How legends are born.
“Some people are ashamed to steal in the army. Do not be ashamed. to steal.”
and Pokrovsky.

Theft in the army is an ancient, respected and consecrated occupation.Indeed, theft is called only when catching a hand (japa).
Where did I get?
I was born!
I declare gratitude!
Glad to try! That is, I serve the Soviet Union!
As the saying goes: "In the army they do not cheat, in the army they cheat"As it turned out, that in the company I held the honorary position of chief. I was appointed to her by questionnaire data. The Jew? You have to be able to do anything! To my faint objections, that on the citizen only on the bacon passed attention was not paid. Types of difficulty. and not mistaken. I justified trust. By the end of the service, I imagined myself as a finite criminal. Theft of time. A respected man.
He could destroy anything. Even the flag part.
A rush in favor of the company changed me for dismissal. That is, in the civic, the robbers are deprived of liberty, in the army, on the contrary, they are allowed to walk.
I wandered around the area for a week until I found a headless truck on a nearby base. The drunk guard was brought into the astral with a bottle of vodka, pre-changed for nonsense. He would not give me for the bubble.The cone was somewhat alarmed, but the guard told me that the cage had broken the chain and had been burning somewhere for a week with bodies.
As soon as the guard cut off, I started to turn-off, stealing, looking at the sides. A slightly lifted and desirable dismissal in the hands.
Heavy and fucking.
and oh.
At thirty meters, a Caucasian prostitute was torn by a chain.
I came back from the blade, if not on time. I was saved by the fact that the Caucasus initially did not believe in its luck. Sexual abuse, as is known, has a detrimental effect on mental abilities and distracts attention.Seconds three he watched the composition "Flagrante delicto".
Then he went to fulfill his direct duties. and late. In those moments I learned to fly. literally. I don’t remember how I walked over a truck’s edge and jumped over the MTS landfill.
The rugged sharp glands served as tramps for me, and in 5 seconds I flew through the fence.
When I recovered, I discovered that the TNVD did not let go. is beautiful.
Went back and overcame such a bunch (8 meters high)? The racing? In a second? With TNTs in the legs? Is it how?
Beyond the mountain of metallurgy the Caucasus was furious. There were notes of respect in his mouth.
It is time and honor to know. Oh well Bella! He turned his leg when he fell. easily escaped. Snooping from pain, I stumbled into position.
The next day my leg swelled and bleaked. by Ms. Not for dismissal exactly. Time for the medical center.

Medical services are a separate topic. There and body spots is an attempt to get rid of the service. But then, to my surprise, I stumbled onto the forbidden service. Three fields jumped around my limbs.
and E? What about panic? Does it smell of amputation?
and no. You are not here. We were killed yesterday with terrible force. There was one sack here, all complained on the stomach. Simulations through one.
and?
Simulated, fucking to peritonitis. He was barely discharged in the hospital. Well, we put a pistol from the earth to the sky.So this is like a sparkle.Yes, I would make you a iodine grid and send you a nachu, but in connection with the fact that...
Do not pull.
I will send you to the hospital. On the X-ray.
Okay and okay.
This is the case...
What is?
You need a fixing bandage, but I don’t have a langet on my leg.
“Yes, and Hera with her... So I’ll come.
Why fuck me again? Well not.
What are you offering?
Well, I don’t have a leg, but this is for a spinal fracture. Do you mind?
Let it wave!
They take a real scarfander and begin to wrap. In five minutes I’m turned into a mummy.
How will I go?
Don’t worry, we’ll take you.
Carriers, medical "bushank", drive nearby - and we are in the hospital. There is the turn. Who has a hand on the bandage, who has a hand on the crutches. And here I. In bandages from the ears to the fifth. People are compassionate.
Brother, where are you?
With a whispering whisper I answered:
The crane struck...
They let go without a turn-and the sanitarians with their feet forward drag my broken body into the office. The surgeon is confused.
Why not go to resuscitation?
I told you.
He begins to scratch from his head.
Does it hurt there?
and no. and below.
here here?
Even further below.
We walk through the whole body to the feet. A bunch of bands grow in the corner.
here here?
and yes!
Why did they trick you that way?
Well, they say, there are no lanches on the leg. Just for the backbone... Well, and...
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!! Damn you guys!!! to
The doctor is hysterical. He glimps in the corner, fighting that the country needs heroes, and the piss gives birth to fools... Finally, he finds the strength to inspect my foot.
The usual extension. Now I move and step. Day three will stop. Free to EEA! Take the clothes and bands!

I run out of the office with the bearings under my mouse. The people stumble. The eyes are like dishes. To say that I surprised them-nothing to say.Touching the repris in the office:
Thank you Doctor! You saved my life!! I will call you my son!!! to
I turn to the turn and shout:
Cheers to Soviet medicine!! to
The crowd in horror departs from the healed. I hear someone breathe.
“The Miracle!”
Some are baptized.
I am happy, jumping, jumping in the corridor, swinging in the bearings.
This is how legends are born.
and Amen.