Snow is quietly covering the numerous wine bottles and cigarette butts on the ground…

Snow is quietly covering the numerous wine bottles and cigarette butts on the ground. Someone partied really, really hard here.

It's probably nothing. [Discard thought.]

"Did I do this?"

"Well..." The lieutenant looks at you, then the bottles. "Yes. I think we can say with relative confidence that it was you."

Let's just move on. [Finish thought.]

"I'm still not completely convinced it was me."

"I am. But it doesn't matter right now. Let's just move on."

Well, I am. Who else could crush such quantities, bratan? This is wild. You are wild. We should do this again. But right now you should keep moving.

Move away from this scene and you don't have to think about it anymore. Just walk away and it's gone!

"Looks like I had a lot of fun."

"It really really doesn't." The lieutenant turns to go. "Let's turn our attention elsewhere and move on."

You said it, bratan! And this can happen again if we want to. And we want to. Only in a different place. Right now you gotta keep moving.

Yeah... a lot of fun. Better not think about it and just move on.

"I must have been on an advanced scouting mission in the harbour."

"Yes," the lieutenant marks dryly. "This looks pretty advanced alright. For now, let's just move on."

"Oh SO advanced. Deep in the enemy territory -- getting fucked up right under everyone's nose -- high on life and adrenaline... and alcohol apparently." The tie tightens around your neck. "I'm very proud of you."

Yes. That's what this was. A reconnaissance mission. Wish you'd only remember the good intel you brought back...

"This is really sad. I must have been miserable."

"Yes," the lieutenant agrees. "This scene isn't exactly ripping with joy. Let's just move on." He turns to leave.

No, no, bratan, I'm sure it was a blast. When do you and I not have fun together? Don't answer that, just take that positive feeling and run along!

Yeah, it doesn't exactly look like someone really enjoyed themselves here. No point in dwelling on it now, better keep moving.

Look at it. Of course it was you. You partied here.

Yeah we did, bratan! And from the looks of it we had hell of a time. Hell of a time, bratan.

Wait, how hard?

Well, they went through six bottles of Potent Pilsner, three bottles of Commodore Red, and almost four packs of cigarettes -- it must have been pretty hard.

Numerous empty wine bottles glisten in the rain. Someone partied really, really hard here.

All those empty wine bottles and cigarette butts on the ground... Someone partied really, really hard here.