Sergey woke up , just as usually, in his officer room in the staff quarters of the army unit 45583 in the city of Abakan, Siberia. He slowly shaved his massive, rough face and brushed his yellow teeth before putting on his Drill Sergeant uniform.
He opened his door, then walked in the recruit barracks, lifting his feet almost 2 feet over the floor.
COME ON YOU FUCKING DOGS GET UP FAST FAST FAST! - a voice shouted in the barracks.
2 minutes after, approximatively 200 young men ran out of the barracks, with Sergey leading the platoon.
- To Serve Russia, Russia! - were the men singing during their morning exercise, some tired, some already in form.
Sergey was already serving his 8th year in the Russian army.
He had no friends, never had a girlfriend, never even touched a girl.
The only good possibility for his life was to serve his great motherland, like his ancestors did.
He never had a real life, so he will the tiny bit of the life still remaining to his great homeland.
He opened his door, then walked in the recruit barracks, lifting his feet almost 2 feet over the floor.
COME ON YOU FUCKING DOGS GET UP FAST FAST FAST! - a voice shouted in the barracks.
2 minutes after, approximatively 200 young men ran out of the barracks, with Sergey leading the platoon.
- To Serve Russia, Russia! - were the men singing during their morning exercise, some tired, some already in form.
Sergey was already serving his 8th year in the Russian army.
He had no friends, never had a girlfriend, never even touched a girl.
The only good possibility for his life was to serve his great motherland, like his ancestors did.
He never had a real life, so he will the tiny bit of the life still remaining to his great homeland.
