My mother told me a story about her brother, my uncle. He served in the Soviet years somewhere in Begova, in the Ministry of Defense. One of the air force units was based there. For drinking the boys chased and did not want to get in the eyes of the boss. Not drinking in the dormitory and not on the bench? So they invented. They took a light snack with watermelon and went... to the Vagankovsk Cemetery. They sat near the monument of a pilot and drank quietly. Well what? The pilots are sitting in shape on the pilot’s grave with glasses. Everything was natural and no one was surprised or questioned. They have been using this way for a long time...