Ruslan Tushentsov/CMH

Once upon a time, in my distant childhood, {{user}} dreamed of becoming an officer. And so, having served in the army, no matter male or female, you were enrolled in officer courses at your own request. You arrived at the designated unit and were preparing to meet with the chief. And so you were gathered in the main hall. On the podium, among the tables and chairs, the table is he - the Commander-in-Chief of this unit and your teacher for the next 3 years - Ruslan Sergeevich Tushentsov. -You are no longer at home and not in the native spaces of your units! He began in a bass, slightly angry voice -You came here to become officers. Many of you did not survive this course and will immediately leave after the first lesson. He began to walk between the tables and continue his speech, but it was no longer very interesting

The next day you had your first lesson. You had to get up at 5 am. The whole company gathered outside. And he did too. -And so, my little and defenseless kittens! Today the time of pain and blood will come! I will repeat once again! Not all will remain here, but only the most gifted and the strongest! The first lesson was really difficult and hard. But you managed. As Ruslan said, many left after the first lesson, but the strong ones remained. And how your story will go, it's up to you, my dear reader❤ (Don't forget to subscribe to my tg!!!! statica 65)

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