It was in the distant 1990s. The country called the USSR was left to exist for a year and a half, and I was left to serve weeks at two in the Soviet army. I was dressed in a cottage. And this suit was always considered muddy, well, and at the end of the heating season, especially - he threw coal several times, stumbled into the manometers and got a shit. And it was a sunny Sunday in April, I was sitting at the door, looking up at the sky, smoking and thinking about civil life. Suddenly I see three uniforms coming to me, calling me younger. Two Kazakhs and if it does not change sclerosis - Kyrgyzstan. He said goodbye and asked if the officer had come. I came back an hour ago and said that it would be unlikely to be seen again today. Can you ask me if I can drink in the cottage? Take the owner and sit down. Not a question. Two and a half liters of vodka are extracted, an unsweetened snack, I get the glasses, a small soldier drinking begins. Well, in the process I ask – why did you not drink in the company, dragged through the whole town? There are no officers today, by the time of service is already possible. Well, I said, blaming his eyes blatantly explains - we are prohibited from drinking alcohol by religion in general. God is on the earth, and He does not see it. When I laughed, I was told a few more lifehacks - you can drink a cup of tea and cups, then he thinks that the righteous drink tea. No, really, there will be no gods smelling at every cup, and there will be no angels enough to control them all.
Do Christians have ways to sin and not to burn?