Everyone, as many as military servants, had to undergo military re-training or avoid it.
My military specialty is an aviation technician, so all fees were held in one of the training air regiments.
Aviation has always been an elite in the troops and the conditions of military charges were incomparable with the conditions in other generations of troops.
"Service" was so "dangerous and difficult" that in order to get to the fees, it was necessary to bring the chief of the department to the military committee in advance. I usually did not craving and brought a cognac.
Cognac guaranteed forty-five days of leave with the preservation of the average salary at work, plus a partial officer salary at the place of service.
But one day, when I gave the agenda to work at the end of the working day, I made an unforgivable mistake – I rushed. The head of the SMU, where I was then working, immediately sat in the car and walked into the military commissariat. I was told to wait at work. He returned brightly and hugged me by the shoulders, saying
“Happy” news that he managed to “remove” me from the service. For this, our SMU had to do the repair of two premises of the military committee.
Well, of course, once I was freed from taxes, I had to organize this repair by the forces of my workers. This is in addition to the work from which I wanted to rest. It’s all about your own cognac.
The next year, I no longer gave up my agenda. She was attributed to my wife when the bus had already taken me to the place of the supposed service.