9th Company Page #2

Come over here!

Snow White!

Come on sit with us!

Come over here! Don't be afraid!

Dammit, now I'll have the hard-on

till morning.

- Who's she?

- Were you born yesterday?

She is Snow White,

the paramedic's daughter.

All the draftees have slept with her.

She's f***ed half of Afghanistan.

They say she's hot.

You don't f*** her, she fucks you.

There's this disease - whattcha you call it?

Get lost, smart-ass.

Ryaba, could you arrange it with her?

Why arrange?

She's dependable like an AK-47.

Just grab her and go.

The question is how to get her

through two sentinels.

No, guys. Forget it.

The previous draft leaves for war in 2 days.

No punishment worse than that for them.

But we will have to linger here

for another three months.

We get caught -- we're in deep sh*t.

Listen, Lyuty. You'd sleep with her,

after 40 men?

No.

Me neither.

Rather starve than eat from the garbage.

Yeah?

But I ate. I ate.

Ever starved so bad that

you couldn't sleep?

Shut the f*** up! You got no clue

what it's like...

to have carpenter's glue for dinner,

to have to dig through trash for food...

to watch you rich bastard dining

your b*tch in the restaurant...

waiting for leftovers from your plates.

Get it?

And the b*tches I had were all like her.

And I won't have any other, fuckface.

- Guys, that's enough.

- Shut up, feather boy!

Smell a woman first, then you can talk.

- Calm down!

- Calm down?

Don't you even touch what's mine!

And I won't touch yours! Got it?

"Eating from the garbage..."

She may be better than

all of your rich sluts!

Utter one more word, bastard,

and you'll eat sh*t. Understood?

What is a Soviet Paratrooper?

A Soviet Paratrooper is the glory,

power, and pride of the armed forces!

What is a Soviet Paratrooper?

A Soviet Paratrooper is the example

and envy of all other units!

And what the hell are you?

We are a disgrace of all units

and you personally!

Listen. Listen, he is an idiot.

Nah, all is not that bad.

I just don't get one thing.

Why does the first unit

always get a slack?

Light equipment, an hour for a smoke.

While we work our butts off.

It's a piece of cake for them

to throw us off the hilltop.

We should take turns.

One time for them, one time for us.

It is because their Lieutenant is sane.

And us, we have this idiot Dygalo.

The bastard is making rank on us.

No, he's got combat stress disorder.

Got hit in the head.

He lost all his men in Afghanistan...

was the only one left.

That's why they reassigned him here.

He keeps writing to the minister,

wants to go back.

But with his head injury,

who needs him there?

That's why he's going mad on us.

So, guys, we are in deep sh*t.

Company, get up!

On a count of 40, fall in!

What are you? Pregnant women?

I don't get it!

Ten...

What's taking you so long?

You are not Soldiers,

but pregnant cockroaches!

Fifteen...

What's the matter, girls?

Too hard?

Got trapped in your skirts?

What's the holdup?

Company, dismissed!

C'mon, help your bulimic comrades!

Company, get up!

What are you gonna do, warrior?

Get back, clowns!

Ten...

Help Chougainov up!

Move it!

Fifteen...

Go!

Company, dismissed!

Lower, lower!

Keep your ass down, dammit!

Company, get up!

Keep your head down, dammit!

Ten...

Raising your head like this

is a gift for the sniper!

A death notice

in your mother's mailbox!

I said faster! Faster!

Fifteen...

Company, dismissed!

About face!

You're screwed, Soldier.

In my office, after the midnight clear.

Company, get up!

Stay in formation!

Don't break up!

Keep your weapons up!

Faster!

Second squad! Get back!

Lyutayev, Ryabokon, pick up the Soldier!

Remember once and for all,

never leave your comrades behind!

Move forward! I said move!

Ten minute rest.

Take it!

A**hole!

Tell me, Sparrow, do I need to

carry you like this every time?

I got enough sh*t of my own.

So, kill me! C'mon, kill me!

Sod off!

I can't stand it anymore!

Go back if you can't. Step forward

and say so tomorrow at the ceremony.

I will! What?

You despise me?

I don't give a sh*t!

I spit on you!

Olya's waiting there for you,

she can't wait anymore.

Tomorrow I quit too, guys.

Got a letter from my mom.

It's been a while already.

She is very ill.

If I die, she'll have no one left.

I didn't want to be the first to quit.

Ok, guys. Anyone else who wants to quit?

The guys from the other call-up say that...

in Afghanistan, one week you're

on a combat mission in the mountains...

then two weeks enjoying

yourself at the base.

But here, with Dygalo, you won't

survive till war, you'll perish sooner.

So what, Ryaba?

So, Sparrow, agreed then?

Tomorrow we quit together, ok?

Dress right dress! Ready... front!

Comrade Colonel, the regiment

is ready as ordered.

- Good day, Comrades Paratroopers!

- Salut, Comrade Colonel!

At ease!

Each one of you, voluntarily...

made the decision to serve in Afghanistan.

Now I must ask you one question.

Is there anyone who changed their mind?

I will not ask why.

You will be merely reassigned

to another division back home.

Who doesn't want to go to Afghanistan?

- I thank you for your service!

- For the Soviet Union!

Harder!

Faster!

It ain't no girl but a machine gun!

Harder!

Kill him! Don't fear!

Kill!

You only have one strike

to save your ass!

Crush the ribs, rip the guts!

Give it to me, son. Look.

Do it like this!

Like this, kill him!

Take it, Soldier, kill him!

- Vorobyov!

- Yes.

- Come here!

- Yes sir.

Stasenko. Come here.

Take off your backpacks,

put your weapons down. Quickly!

Warriors! Move their stuff away!

Hit him! Punch him in the face!

You are going to war, son, do it!

You will caress your girlfriend

like this back home!

Hit him, in the mug!

Come on, full contact, both of you!

Go! Quick!

Hit first, Sparrow! Come on!

Hit him in the face!

- Go on!

- Come on, Sparrow!

Don't be spooked, come on! Hit him!

- Get up! Get up!

- Get up, Warrior!

Come on Sparrow! Hit him!

- Come on, come on! Hit him!

- Come on, Sparrow! Finish it!

- Get up Soldier, come on, Sparrow!

- Get up!

- Come on, come on!

- I said, get the f*** up!

Come on, come on!

- Don't fear! Come on!

- Finish him, Stas!

Get up, Warrior!

When he falls down, finish him!

Only a dead man won't shoot you

in the back! Got it?

Sorry Sparrow, forgive me.

Forgive me, Sparrow.

Let's continue.

It looks like modeling clay.

Go ahead and squeeze it, everyone.

Touch it, feel it. There you go.

See how soft it is?

It can take any shape and form...

like a harmless toy each of you

used to play with in boyhood.

Every one of you used to mold

little squirrels, little rabbits...

Yet, in fact, you're holding

a very powerful and effective weapon!

A plastic explosive!

- Or, plastique, for short.

- Stas!

It has its own chemical formula

but you do not need to know this.

Plastique is an irreplaceable thing.

Therefore it is an important

piece of ammo of every paratrooper.

The question is why?

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