Once I got the agenda in the military committee "To arrive on January 2 of such a year". I picked up the clothes and came early. Sitting swollen from the New Year Major (as later turned out, the chairman of the calling committee). He saw me, slightly revived - bring, says, something to swallow and smoke. I went to the store, brought him a beer and Prima. He says, “I will never forget the century,” and translates my personal case into a box with the inscription “Enuresis.” Let go home. In general, I did not serve, although I never sweated. The main thing is to treat people well and not greedy - only spent on a bottle "Zhygulevsky" and cigarettes. Or was it corruption?