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Posts from Sacred Haven of DebaucheryAuto-translated
I like it https://m.gazeta.ru/amp/social/2019/10/26/12778256.shtml Just look at this *face-reading*, I'm telling you, physiognomy in the army is an awesome thing. It's good that our conscripts get ammunition for their personal use once a year.
As for me, everything is fine. It seems that I will soon become the only conscript in the regiment with the rank of junior sergeant, and then I will immerse the "normies," "lifers," "face-readers," "non-Russians," and other scum like this Shamsutdinov in a pit of pain and suffering until my discharge. Although, more likely, if this happens in the near future, I will be the one suffering, having to delve into a huge amount of unnecessary information about new duties, fill out kilograms of paperwork, and be responsible for everything.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
There are no recruits in the barracks... For now, I can only drill them in guard duty, taking the night watch. They clean the entire guard post, from the latrine to the machine gun turret. Until I'm satisfied, there's no food or sleep. I don't train them, and I forbid them to train with me, because sports are not for slaves and serfs. By the end, I was getting tired of it; I would just send them to the recreation room and demand that they not remind me of their existence. The same goes for the senior recruits, only in different words, not "get out of my sight, you damn elephant," but "I'm at the console, you can stay in bed."
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Stupid holidays, stupid Halloween, stupid schoolchildren filling up the McDonald's, so there's nowhere to sit down properly. Though, I did hear some 10-year-old boys discussing how they were going to an internet cafe to play CS 1.6 after McDonald's. It felt like I was transported back in time, about 15 years.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт