In a certain bar in Dalniy Manchuria, Ruthenian soldiers from the four branches of the military, which are the air force, navy, army, and coastguard were singing boisterously. The bar was filled to the brim with bursting with drunken men and women all celebrating one thing or another. One man stood at the bar with his arms crossed looking around for something important and not finding it. He grumbled as he looked back down towards the bartender who was busy mixing something that looked like an alcoholic drink.
"Have you seen my pen? I believe it fell somewhere over there." The bearded man pointed towards an empty space on the counter. The bartender turned around and shook his head.
"That's sad then. Oh, how careless of me, I was writing my daily entry in my diary, and yet here I am drooping for my lost pen." His friend patted him on the shoulder.
