Cheerful shouts were from a pub for the long live of the brand new gunnery sergeant.
Tim woke up in the evening. While he was sleeping, someone took off his socks and carried him away.
"Vova either went looking for John or went home," Tim thought and wearily walked to the airport. "Vova's next crazy idea failed to shit."
Barrels of beer were being loaded into military transport aircraft at the airport.
"Hey, you! Get your hands out of your ass and start loading that plane!" Shouted to him.
Tim wearily walked into the cargo bay and sat down on a barrel of beer.
A lance corporal in glasses looked into the plane compartment: "Fill out the waybill! Hurry, I must close the day!"
Tim filled out the form.