The counting
My childhood friend Edik served in Hungary. Special Forces of GRU.
What he just didn’t tell me, and most importantly, he showed me.

Here is a small illustration of the harsh but very effective special forces pedagogy:
Training company, a month from the start of service.
3:00 AM – Team: “Rota up! “Alarm!”
Within a minute, the hundred people who finally woke up with all their treasure are already standing on the square, ready to conquer the sleepy Europe.
Each fighter was a hanging warehouse on his legs: weapons, ammunition, baggage, OZK, armoured vest, etc. and so on.
Everyone knows that now there will be a march-throw such a length that it is boring to go on the bus... and here running and about the same speed...

The Roth:
Comrades soldiers, I’ll bring you two good news and both good news.
First news: there are not such idiots sitting in the NATO bloc to attack
Our courageous company, and therefore today's alarm is educational.
Second, since we have not been attacked yet, you and I have a great opportunity to train in this beautiful, lunar night. 30 km there and if you behave well - the same way back.
Yes, here is another thing, soldiers, rumors have reached me that some trickers are removing armor plates from their vests to ease their lives by half a kilo.
I hope you understand what will happen if you find yourself without these plates in a real battle?
The Rota:
Taaak Taaak Taaak!! to
The Captain:
There are such puzzles among you!? to
The Rota:
Nanna does not eat!! to
The Captain:
- I, of course, will not check and touch everyone, you adults,
I believe it, but it is interesting.
Get rid of those who removed the plates from the armor! I will punish, but not very much.
No one went out.
The Roth:
No, there is no court. Rate the company! and calm! Give up! In one
The Sherlock becomes!
The captain slowly, with taste, pulled out the pistol, turned the curtain and from ten meters, leading the trunk from side to side, began to target the soldier at the level of the chest.
Everyone had a quiet panic, the fighters knew that the murderer took the weapon in his hands, only in two cases: either to shoot, or to clean.
The Roth:
Two firefighters ran away and pressed a button!!!! to
The echo of the gun shot was reflected from the barracks and the headquarters.
The younger sergeant fell like a beaten-up.
The Roth:
- But now we will know: if he has plates in place, then he is alive, and
If he lied, then he undermined the company’s combat readiness.
The boy stumbled on his cheeks, as if he stumbled. He got up from the asphalt, holding his chest.
The rotty broke him a "brone", pulled out a plate with a "ship" and a splintered bullet:
Just be equal! and calm! I repeat my question: maybe somebody
Removed the plates? I know a lot of children’s counts.

There was a man out of 10...
Rothny: Oh, and here are the sanitarians, who in turn will drag on the bearings of our “injured” sergeant... and when I return to the part, I will punish everyone.
The Rota! Follow me, go on march!

The main "bourgeois" secret that the old servants kept from the youth is that the younger sergeant in his vest had a bullet-spotted titanium plate, which was passed from generation to generation, and the captain fired with an empty cartridge.
But none of the “young” even in a terrible dream no longer had the desire to “easy” his life for half a kilo.