Seeing that Gessa was about to drink again, Winters reached out to block Gessa's cup, "It's still morning, Colonel, let's drink later."
"You won't let me enjoy a soak, and now you won't let me enjoy a drink?" Gessa raised his eyebrows. After a moment of confrontation, he reluctantly put down the jug, "Fine, it's no fun drinking with you anyway. Your fellow countryman is the real drinking buddy, never talks, just drinks. What's his name again? Oh... Moritz, right? How come I haven't seen him lately?"
"He's quitting drinking, feels pretty down every day."
Colonel Gessa's expression became a bit complicated, unsure whether to regret or celebrate, he clicked his tongue and suddenly waved his arm impatiently: "What a bummer!"
Winters sipped his beer, still pondering about the "fundraising."
"Forget it, let's not just talk about me, tell me about you!" Gessa crossed his legs, held his chin, and glanced at Winters askew, "You still haven't straightened out the ranks issue?"
