Commander, I seem to have over-imbibed a bit... Could you hug... No... lend me your shoulder?

Wha?! Hibiki-san, at your age...

No, an evening draught.

No... Ah... yeah.

I was born in 1933. What of it?

Here you are. The borscht will be out in a bit, okay.

Spasibo.

Having dinner, Hibiki-san?

Ah!

Evening.