Jason was sitting in the wreath of a Russian rocket, most of his fellow servants, with whom he was in the same squad, were killed by Russian bullets, or surrendered to captivity... or... they committed suicide. Jason has been thinking about suicide for the last six hours. These terrible sounds just made him crazy.

How could their government miss out that the Russians have such a powerful weapon? These sounds... they just turned his brains, his thoughts were confused, an ancient animal fear came. The fucking! It starts again!

Above the field high in the sky on a huge atmospheric-space ship a holographic screen arose. On the screen, some strange creature on two legs was shouting something in Russian... “Loshayaaaaaaaadkaaa!”

Jason couldn’t stand anymore, he dropped his M-18 and rushed to the defensive moving jizz of the Russians! “Well, Russian pigs, kill me! Kill me sooner, I can't do it anymore!"Ji cried and knocked on the armored door of the boy, "Kill me, please!"

Why don’t they like this cartoon? I asked Petrov.
The Pindos! What to take from them? - Answered Ilya Sergeevich, our squadron.
Where is that day? The cameras are so full!
At seven o’clock, there’s still room. Yes, and that, include them there on the holographic projector, so that it’s not boring. What are we, animals, what are we?