I served in a military organization. The service was beautiful, in the center of the big city, free exit, without buildings, bouts, lifts and other delights of service) But from monotony and boredom with time you begin to look for ways to relax... and it is of course alcohol. In the same building there were 2 other military organizations and 3 pieces next door. After the end of the working day, all the officers went home and we remained courageously guarding the territory entrusted to us. And here is 9 o'clock in the evening, no one, picking up from everyone "who can as much", I go to the store, which is around the corner, it was not possible, because the commander will catch his ass and pull in his casemates) The vendors knew us all well and used to that the alcohol at the box office should be quickly removed in the bag. I stand in front of the box office in a row, in the basket a couple of bottles of stock vodka, cola, cakes, and a collection of various snacks. It’s my turn, a new box. I ask you to immediately pierce the vodka and remove it in the bag, then the rest, which I get the answer "The packs are over, I will try, then on the other box I will take," I thought it was impossible to slowly carry a pack of slugs over the scratch. But the torture ended, it was calculated, she took the package and at this moment there are two representatives of the military police in the store. All of! was served. Servants stand and watch as everything I honestly acquired goes into the package. To arrange a comedy before them and the cashier on the theme of "girl you are in your mind that you put me vodka! " meaningless and shameful. I go out, pull the time as I can, stop at self-paying, pretend to throw on the balance sheet (I pretend because there is no more money), I hope they get bored and they will go on. They wait on the street. Fucking wait. I go out. “What is in the package? “Everything is good,” “What else? “” And then from behind came a man who stood behind me in a line. “Hey guys, guess, you put my in the bag, the girl confused to see.” I praise everyone! I trusted and thanked all the gods. The policemen stumbled. “Don’t let the ball go in the evening, go back.” They told me and went on the route. The man walked with me to my point, told me how he served himself, smoked, talked, gave the bottles, handed a pack of cigarettes as a presentation, said that the main rule in the army was "Everything is possible if you don't burn" and went on.

Three days have passed, I am on duty, the military comes in. I just swallowed! He stands that uncle, in the shape and pursuit of the Colonel. I greeted him and went where I needed to. He goes out in half an hour.

Do you remember?

So exactly! “Do not burn!”

So exactly. be