Imagine it. Military training. Soldiers learn to throw grenades. At a distance of 50 meters from the throw point there are three self-made targets (which the soldiers lipped themselves in the course of the week). Well, at first they were throwing leaks... and here they came to the combat... They were kidding cleanly (naturally no one got)... My friend is in the hands of a green... to be afraid... The voice of the commander: Vasilyev!!! to
He stood up and threw a grenade. Just like sitting down to cover your head... and Bach!! After 10 seconds, the commander’s scream
Basil is fucking!! What is the goal of Portsmouth? (They are all three.)