The weekends usually end too quickly. I suspect they don’t report the clock. Saved time is spent on Mondays.

“What will a white stone become if it is thrown into the Black Sea?” asked the chief of the site, referring to the Omonists built on the site.
Almost immediately, from the spot, screams of “black”, “green” and even for some reason “blue” followed.
Raised about himself, the major looked around the gray-cammish ranks of demonstration guards and cried out, “Wat, he will! It is wet!”
- You, fool, can someone explain to me, he continued, why did you break the ramp? She survived 20 CUVs, and only the Omons, who first came to the army field, broke her. It is not low, it is specially excavated - it is the maximum possible safety height during the frontal assault of the fire point... "After which, seeing the uselessness of explanations, he shrugged his hand and left.

In the 90s, the army got, many were disbanded, someone was taken to a clean field and abandoned. We also broke up: some went on endless journeys as part of the combined units, who broke up - went to business, others to the guard and so on, and not very much. Polygon at our part gave omona.

Twenty years later, taking advantage of the opportunity, I went to the field. The completely gray chief of the field survived all this time in his post. already in state. It happens when a person is sick for a job he has devoted his whole life to. His lessons saved hundreds, if not thousands of lives. The old man looked at me and named me by name. 20 years have passed! To my joyful surprise, he smiled, “I remember you all, boys. I am glad you have not forgotten the old man. Living means studying well.”

We sat down, drank a little, and talked. A young police officer broke into the observation post without knocking and fired out "bump, give the grandmother." “Bery,” he swung into the corner on a massive metal cylinder with a pen. Taking the iron, the soldier fled.
Do you remember?! to
"Yes, how not to remember: an assault girl with a gas pyrotechnic piston to wrap the locks in the doors, I started.
The old man stopped me. "Imagine these take and knock her on the door in the field building to do the assault. The normative has come up: 15 seconds for the door. They never even read her instructions, but I tried to explain to them. They don’t need anything, it’s easier for them. Well sappers sometimes train, I give them piropatroons from “baby” – they destroy them.”

The car's left rear wheel collapsed.
The next day’s decree: “All cars have to check the rear left wheels.”
So we live...