From the 1980s, the period of dry law. In the student group (wife, not mine), after Afghanistan came a guy. Rehabilitation was quite emotional, even stormy. One day he is summoned to the Military Command and in solemn military conditions he is awarded the medal "For combat merits". The boy from the overwhelming memories took great on his chest. On the way home, he was stopped and sent to the department. When drawing up the protocol, seeing the award, the mint did not go cattle, immediately released, advising not to get drunk anymore.
It takes about a week (maybe two). He is again summoned to the military command and in even more solemn military command conditions is awarded the Order of the Red Star. The guy from even more overwhelmed feelings takes on his chest. On the way home, he stops and takes (or picks up) a suit. The same officer makes a protocol with the words: "I asked not to get caught. Tell me you got the order.” What was his reaction when the hero, barely waving his tongue, drove into his pocket and got it (order). Here the menta of him on the "moonwalk" with all honors brought home and asked that the next time he did not get drunk.