9th Company Page #3

First, when it's not in the active state...

it is absolutely safe, easy to store,

and always handy.

As they say, it doesn't stretch your pocket.

But in action, it is extremely effective

and exerts enormous destructive power.

But you got to have skills

to properly use it.

Specifically... Warrior.

There are two simple rules

you must know...

First, the harder you squeeze it,

the bigger the explosion.

Rule number two.

Don't stick it everywhere!

But by itself this thing won't work...

- For it to blow we need what?

- A detonator.

Exactly. We need to insert a detonator.

- Your name, Soldier?

- Private Petrovsky!

You're screwed, Soldier.

I'll have to report this to your Commander.

Yes.

- Comrade Lieutenant, Private Petrovsky.

- Come on in.

Well molded, very true to life.

- You can paint, right?

- I did study painting.

- A portrait, this big?

- I could.

I... I got a letter from this girl...

We met before the war...

She wants my picture...

Should I send her this?

Can you, like... without... the scar?

Sure, but with paint, it won't be quick.

Will need more than one day.

Of course, I won't go

to see her after the war...

Just want her to keep writing...

Attention!

Go!

Them tractors, dammit.

Eat this!

Look!

He pissed his pants!

It's funny to you?

My bed is under his!

What, Sparrow, do I have

to sleep with an umbrella now?

I don't get it, Soldier.

Did you see anything?

- Nothing, Comrade First Lieutenant.

- And you?

My mistake, Comrade First Lieutenant.

Then tell me what's so funny?

I also want to share your joy.

You can swallow your snots,

call your mother, piss you pants...

...but you must accomplish your mission!

Die but get it done! And he did.

About, face. March.

Some basic knowledge on how

to communicate with the locals...

you'll get from this handbook.

But...

the main thing you should remember

when you cross the border...

is that you are in a Muslim country.

Islam is not merely another religion.

It's a different world with its own laws.

It's a different notion of life and death.

A true Muslim isn't afraid to die in battle.

And when he dies fighting the infidel, that is...

us...

he instantly gets in paradise...

where all he was missing in this life

awaits him...

water...

gardens full of fruit...

and full-breasted virgins - "houri".

How Muslims treat women is

quite another topic.

The most sacred object for a Muslim

is his house... or "haram".

Which is also the root of the word "harem".

The other meaning of the word: "forbidden".

Looking at a Muslim woman - "haram".

Anything that has to do with sex - "haram".

It's "haram" to show a Muslim

indecent gestures...

those you are all so used to...

You can get a bullet for that

even from a common peasant.

On the other hand, a Muslim will never

desecrate his house with blood.

That means once you enter their village,

you are their guest.

To kill a guest, even if he's an infidel,

is "haram".

Therefore, remember...

as long as you're in the village,

you are safe.

But once you exit over the village's border...

the very host who drank tea

with you 5 minutes ago...

may shoot you in the back just as well.

Because to kill an infidel is an act of glory.

It is the stairway to heaven.

I'm telling this for you, Soldier.

So...

Afghanistan is a multinational country.

Over 20 different nations live there.

Tajiks, Turkmen, Uzbeks.

Pushtuns along the Pakistani border.

Along the west border...

Khazars - the Mongoloids, who have

settled here since the Mongol invasions.

In fact, the word "Khazar"

in Turkic languages means "thousand".

Am I boring you, Soldier?

Comrade Captain,

does it matter who you shoot?

Over the entire course of history...

no one ever succeeded to conquer Afghanistan...

No one, ever.

Squad, stand up!

What are we doing in Afghanistan?

Fulfilling our international duty

to help our Afghan brothers...

fight the aggression of imperialism!

Fire!

(All shouting "Done!")

Too low to the right.

You pull on the trigger too sharp.

Closely-grouped, but still too high.

Breathe more slowly.

That'll do.

- You ever shoot before?

- No, Comrade Lieutenant. It's occupational.

I've got an accurate eye.

- Get me a sniper rifle!

- Yes sir!

Give it to him.

- Private Vorobyov!

- Yes.

- Leave the gun at the point. Come here!

- Yes sir!

- Here. Set it at the target.

- Yes sir.

Move it!

- Beautiful, Gioconda!

- Way to go, Gioconda!

Look, Gioconda. Honestly.

Why'd you wanna come to Afghanistan?

You could just stay

at the headquarters and draw.

- You won't understand.

- Explain plainly then.

Plainly?

Over there, can you see that tank?

Beautiful, isn't it? So powerful.

And nothing superfluous,

not a single unnecessary line.

Weapons are the most beautiful things

mankind has ever created.

So?

In the Renaissance, there lived

an artist named Michelangelo.

Someone asked him once

how he creates his sculptures.

He simply said:
"I just take a rock

and cut off the superfluous".

You see? Beauty has only the essential.

Nothing superfluous.

War is where there's only life and death.

And nothing superfluous.

War is beauty in itself.

Look, Gioconda, I don't get you.

Are you stupid or just mocking at us?

What's so beautiful? When tank tracks

are greased with your guts?

You wanna play war out of boredom?

- I knew you wouldn't understand.

- Get lost, you freak!

Guys, mail!

- Easy. Easy.

- Give it to me!

- Stasenko!

- Here!

- What day is today?

- Wednesday. The third.

- Sparrow.

- Yes!

- Lyutayev.

- Here!

- Suvorov.

- Here!

Ryabokon.

- That's it.

- What do you mean "That's it"?

- Give it back!

- "My friends asked me out but I said no..."

- "...because I love you."

- Give it back.

But then I picked up two cool guys...

- Did you guys see that?

- Get up, Chougoun!

What the f*** do you think

you're doing, you jerk...

- Come on, Sparrow!

- Come on!

Come on, Sparrow!

Finish him!

Break off, soldiers!

Stand up! You're screwed, soldiers!

Both of you in my office, after the clear.

- Well done, Sparrow!

- That's a real man!

Dress right! Ready, front!

About face! Forward, march!

Listen, guys. Hold the line.

Disperse right up the top.

Sparrow, Stas, Ryaba.

Grab their legs and pull them down.

I don't give a f*** how.

Bite if you have to.

Pinochet, Chougoun, Gioconda.

You come with me.

- I said, move!

- All right, guys, let's go.

Hold the line! Steady!

Hooray!

Company, get up! I said, get up!

Come out! Down on the floor!

Crawl! That's an order!

Move it! What did you say?

Stand up! All of you stand up!

Who just spoke? Who? You?

Who? Was it you?

What the...?

Who? Who said it? Who?

Come here, you!

You wanna say something? Say it!

Whisper it in my ear!

I'm asking you!

Come on, all of you!

I'm alone!

C'mon, you and me!

No one will ever know!

Are you normal people or

just f***ing freaks?

Did he just have a bad dream?

It sure looks like it.

- He must be having a relapse again.

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