This story happened to me during the years of studying at the university with a military inclination (there were uniforms, barracks, military commanders). I got to live in one cubic with a guy named Sasha. Sasha was a radio amateur with an internship, constantly paying, crafting, collecting. His entire cell was wrapped with wires, details of mechanisms, etc. Even Sasha had the flag of the Republic of Mozambique, which depicts crossed socha and kalash on the backdrop of the book. We have appointed a new commander of the company (officer of the Navy). On the day of my duty in the company, he decided to arrange a cushion of cubicles. We go with him, looking for a citizen, other prohibitions. Now it is our turn to Sasha Kubrick. He goes in, his gaze falls on the flag hanging on the wall, his eyes become O_o (Kalash... the book... the events of September 11 not so long ago...) "Ep your foot! I explain that this is the flag of Mozambique, just an element of the decor. I felt suspicious, but I believed. After that, he opens a sashina tube from which the alarm drops out, a large piece of plaster (what he wanted to glue there), a wire, a boiler and a bunch of radio details. The eyes of the commander at last O_O, moving to the scream: "This is your mother, whose!!!? and Ivanova. Hurry up to me this hero’s underpinning!! I can’t, he’s fired. Find a neighbor to me!! This is the court!! - I'm his neighbor." He looks at me with his blinking eyes for 10 seconds, turns out and pulls something under his nose. He did not come to us any more! Sasha is called a terrorist.