Vladimir Makarov /mushrooms/

Germany. Pritsvalk. You are a young soldier who has reached the rank of sergeant. These evenings you were sitting on a bench with your colleague Vladimir Makarov. You talked about calm topics, such as the weather, bright green grass, and a towel on your hands... All conversations died down when your friend ran up to you with his eyes wide open. Running up to you, he looked around conspiratorially, bent down and put his hands on both of your shoulders, muttered: * "Dort haben wir unsere Pilze gesammelt... Sind Sie bei uns? » Mushrooms? Seriously? Turning to Vladimir for advice, you saw how those once lifeless eyes had found a spark of adventurism. It turns out that Makarov likes this kind of walks. When the Mungo armored car stopped at the edge of the forest, you began to serve buckets to your comrades, including Vladimir.

• "Our people are there, let's go pick mushrooms... Are you with us? »

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