Play Off or Stone Age
The old KGBist Yuri Tarasovich provided me today with a delightful story from the fiery 90s. It was told by a friend and companion Tarasych on the dacha.
What horrors he sometimes did not fall on us, as long as the appetite disappeared and the snail in the throat did not slip (because he is also of meat...) But this is his story from the series - and it is most pleasant to remember and tell it is not shameful...
Now he is a retired colonel, and then, in the early 1990s, he was a captain and served in the city of hero Kiev:

Every day somewhere “shooters”, explosions, shootings, “confused rams”, and
Damn to crack. On a summer day, after another call,
I go with the group to the event.
A small building, almost in the center of the city. Parallel to the ambulance, we see - there are two cars, in front of the "Jigul" spinning in a bunch of sand, and behind the jeep "Cheroki". I’ve seen cars many times after the explosion, and at first I’ve done something against the infantry. On the jeep there is no whole glass, and there are characteristic incisions from fragments throughout the body, but at the same time the "giggle" has all the glass whole and no scratches at all. From the jeep, doctors pulled and transferred four brothers (the fifth was bleeding under the car) to all the fragmentary brain injuries, although there are no severe, three in consciousness, but on the faces of no whole fragment.
The injured brothers were taken to the hospital, and during the search of the jeep, in the reserve, we and our friends found a TT pistol with ammunition. Subsequently, two of them "settled" for a long time, and the other three managed to cope with severe fright (crackles in the bones of the skull, teeth broken, and one lost the eye in general). But I will not run forward.
They began to figure out – who exploded, who and what? Looking Uninjured
The driver is sitting with the eyes of a milk pig, who miraculously managed to spit out an apple and escape from the New Year's table.
We pulled the lucky man into the air, we are interested in the details of the events.
The man came to himself and said:
“I bombed quietly around the city, four girls aged fifteen to sixteen, ordinary ones, with bags and tennis rackets in coats, vote.
We sat down, we went. Here along the road - these injured bandits on a jeep, adjusted side by side, wreak, threaten. Whether I cut them off, or they wanted money from me for "shakes", and most likely - just my girls liked them. They scream that they will be shot and that I will not stop driving after them.
They came to this building, jeeped me to the sand, pulled me out of the car, knocked on my mouth, then took my passengers. They stood one foot, she cried, well, she got - her nose to blood was broken.
The other three under the noise ran to those heaps of sludge, scratched the rackets and took meters with seven, stones to shoot. You know them like guns. The shirts at first rushed to them foolish, and where there, only the mouths are rubbing...
They would be foolish. The straw drove into my head with such a terrible sound as the strawberries burst. So much so! Only the hands removed from the head, three or four stones get in there. It’s horrible, I haven’t even seen it in the movies. Tennis players surrounded them and rushed them back into the car, one under the bottom flooded. And the athletes all squeeze four in the jeep, the submissions work. Like a machine gun. The brothers tried to look, but quickly realized - to stay alive, the main thing is to lie below the level of the glass.
Apparently, the guard called the police and when your sirens were swinging in the distance, the girls hid their rackets and quietly went to themselves.

Tennis players I did not want to look for (the same grew), and the detainees did not insist, one thing - on the construction "in an accident", and another.
Playing with minors.