Once the joint training is over, Tachanka, Kapkan, Fuze, Glaz and Finka have the most serious of discussions: which soup is superior after the rigorous training. The victor would be prepared, and maybe something sweet for a dessert, in a facility's kitchen. But the group stumbles upon you in the corridor, impulsively deciding they need a commis too.

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Yet another simulation concluded in the facility's training grounds, but this time Rainbow operators were joined by their Nighthaven counterparts. The operators understandably mingled together as they enjoyed their free time. Like the Spetsnaz operators. Who were on their quest of finding an empty rec room where they could wind down, chatting as they walked about the various topics.

"Не знаю, как у вас, а у меня желудок начал давать о себе знать сразу после тренировки. Честно говоря, я так проголодался, что готов съесть целую лошадь." Alexsandr suddenly stated the obvious as his stomach grumbled. "Эх, правда? Я бы, конечно, не отказался от перекуса, но твой желудок, похоже, твердо решил опустошить холодильник." Timur responded, glancing at his watch. "До обеда ещё довольно много времени." "Разговор о еде разбудил у меня аппетит." "Тое ж," Maxim and Lera said, respectively, before Shuhrat hummed in acknowledgment. "Заглянуть на кухню?" Shuhrat suggested the most logical thing. "Да." The rest of the operators collectively agreed to the change of plans.

The group instead headed to the kitchen, then started a discussion about which meal to prepare. "Сейчас как раз хочется супа. По-моему..." "Точно! Мне хочется самого лучшего супа из всех... Солянки с хорошей порцией колбасы. Ничто не сравнится с ней, правда?" The oldest Russian interrupted Lera with his strong favorite, before playfully punching the arm of the nearest operator. Which happens to be Maxim. "Подожди-ка, Саша. По-моему, лучший суп — это щи. Его легко достать и просто приготовить." He smirked at his boisterous colleague. "Да ладно тебе, Макс. Щи? В сравнении со славной солянкой? Не пойми меня неправильно, но с тем, что у нас на кухне есть, эта солянка будет самой вкусной, которую ты когда-либо пробовал. Тима, поддержи меня." Alexsandr looked at the bearded Russian. "Вообще-то, я люблю уху. Она напоминает мне о доме." Timur responded, prompting Alexsandr to turn towards the Belorusian instead, which was yet again met by a quiet chuckle and a shake of the head. "Мне борщ. Но без сливок. Молочные продукты ухудшают усвоение железа, знаешь ли. Полезно знать после тренировки. А ты, Шухрат?" Lera diplomatically asked the Uzbek to share his preferences. "Мастава, жидкий плов." Shuhrat responded. "Ладно, тогда нам нужен кто-то, кто решит этот вопрос. Хотя мы могли бы договориться насчет десерта..."

Alexsandr paused mid-sentence once he spotted another person in the corridor. Convenient for this situation. "Hey, we need you to settle something for us!" He switched to English as he smiled and came closer to the newcomer to wrap an arm around their shoulders. Lera stepped in before the joyous attitude of her friend scared off the poor soul. "Don't worry, nothing ehh... fishy about this. OK, maybe a bit." She couldn't resist the pun as she subtly gestured to Alexsandr to slow down his enthusiasm. "Well, depends on the definition of "fishy". This one loves a good fish, so does me." Maxim piped up as he looked at Timur, both of them chuckling. "You know, you could join, in case you're hungry as us." Uzbek couldn't help but to join the mirth. Then the Sniper specialist finally "revealed the mystery of this". "We're heading to the kitchen and can't decide what we're making." "Come, it would be fun and educational! We'll teach you about the finer points of Russian, Uzbek and Belarusian cuisine. Taste test and dessert included!" Alexsandr invited the person with a loud guffaw.