This story happened to my friend Alexey, whom I know quite well, I believe in authenticity, and you judge for yourself.
As a preamble, I will note that Alexei is a quiet polite man, in glasses, subtle bodybuilding.
Now the history itself.
On November 5 (GRU Special Forces Day, if anyone does not know) Lecha is driving his right-hand old Mazda along the track past the permanent station of one of the brigades. As usual, it is not fast.
On the sidelines - a "shalman" type café, in which, as it turned out later, and celebrated their holiday brave officers and praporters of the aforementioned elite part.
Suddenly from the bushes right under the wheels of Mazda jumps out the body in camouflage.
A whisper of brakes, a deaf stroke on the car, and then - a nauseous sound of falling body on the asphalt. Alexei jumps out of the car - the body is still lying in front of the hood, from the body has jumped the Makarov tablet pistol, walked on the asphalt of meter 4, and now lies in the middle of the road.
Situation: What to do first? You have to call the ments, the ambulance, and even firearms to guard before arrival.
In short, our Lecha stood up over a gun, and on the mobile rotates, the service calls.
Here, on the braking of the brakes from the salman, a crowd of...Not a scene.
Colin was killed! Somebody cried, and all this oava begins.
The right to kill Alexei.
Never before had he run so fast to meet a DPS patrol car that accidentally passed by!
It ended safely. As long as the mentions understood what to do, broken
The “body” got up on his feet, shrugged, sent everyone on three letters, pushed the gun into his pocket and slowly slipped home – you can see, Lecha still had time to slow down.
No body – no protocol.
I remember the phrase of Alexey:
- I stand over a gun, here the landing force fights for the right to kill me, and I
I think: now I’ll take that gun and...I’ll shoot myself!