9th Company Page #4

- Wait a sec...

I overheard today at the headquarters...

he had resubmitted his request...

wanted to come with us to Afghanistan...

It just got rejected today...

- Halt. Who's there?

- Don't ask, don't tell.

Keep moving.

Quiet. Quiet.

Hold it. Come on, faster.

- Is there any pot left?

- Quiet.

- Listen. She's moaning again.

- That a girl, comes like a machine gun.

Guys, won't Dygalo be looking for us?

Nope, he won't!

Why?

Because...

Lyuty! Some nice large-caliber

fireworks you had going there.

- Got anything of that thing left?

- Here.

I've f***ed so hard, this boy

will keep quiet for a whole year.

- Guys, let's smoke another one?

- Ah, Sparrow, you birdy!

You know how we used to smoke

in the orphanage?

- Like Gypsies, one joint for all. Wanna see?

- Show me.

Look at what they're doing!

Guys, you are all right.

I love you all so much.

You've no idea how cool you are.

For you, I'd do anything.

Birdy's had enough!

Don't give him any more.

Or, we'll have to haul him back again.

Here I come.

Tell me, Vova, are you a man?

No, really, tell me,

are you a man or what?

Don't, Oleg. Quit talking about it.

- Why?

- I got my girl, Olya. Know what she's like?

So, keep loving your Olya. It's not the point.

Everyone has an Olya.

Me, him - ask anyone.

Everyone has an Olya.

Remember what you used to be, Birdy?

Now you've become a real man,

and only one last test to pass.

You must do it, Birdy. You must.

We are not going to a resort,

maybe it's your last chance.

You can't go to the war as a virgin.

It's every man's thing, understand?

- Come on, Sparrow!

- Go for it, come on!

Maybe she doesn't want me.

Are you a fool?

Of all, she likes you the most!

- You kidding me!

- I swear, ask the guys!

She always asks about you.

C'mon, c'mon, go!

She looks at you all the time and

you keep ignoring her, she feels hurt!

- No, I can't, like this, in front of you all.

- Hold it. Have a drink, I'll be right back.

What the... Is he so special?

Better than others? I don't get it!

Shut up! We'll sort it out later.

Sparrow, maybe you need help?

Want me to hold her legs?

- Sod off. Sparrow, just go!

- I'm going.

- VDV! (Eng. Russian Airborne Troops)

- Bear for action! Swords out!

If I don't come back, write home:

"He died a noble courageous death."

VDV, forward!

- Stas?

- What?

- What's the matter?

- Just miss my family... Give me one.

It's a bit scary, isn't it, guys?

Honestly, without any of this bravado?

It is scary.

Not everyone gets killed.

If it happens quickly,

it's not that scary.

Worst thing is if you get crippled.

When I was in the Tashkent hospital,

I saw these guys, a whole ward.

Each on half the bed as that was all

that was left of them.

I knew a guy who'd come back from the war.

He had all the limbs but...

his bladder got busted by shrapnel.

He's got a tube sticking out his belly...

and a container tied to his leg.

They call him "The Moonshiner".

What's up with your Sparrow?

Fell asleep? Or reading a book to her?

Wait, I'll check them out.

You are all brutes!

Get it? Animals!

You are like animals,

don't care with whom and where!

I'm not like you!

I can't, like this!

Animals! You are all animals!

I thought it'd make you some good...

What are you staring at?

Did anyone ever tell you

that you are very beautiful?

Are you in love with me? Marry me then.

And they all will pay us visits.

You must know it.

You are very beautiful.

Are you an idiot or what?

I'm an artist.

Aphrodite, born from the sea...

Aphrodite! Born from the sea!

Goddess of beauty! The sea

washes away all the sins!

Eternal pure temptress!

Goddess! Everyone worship her!

On your knees, you ugly creatures!

Guys, I love you!

Formation!

- Comrade First Lieut...

- As you were.

Try...

Left face.

Board the plane. Go!

Bagram, Afghanistan, Day 153

.

.

Hey, young people!

Krasnoyarsk?

Anyone from Krasnoyarsk? Krasnoyarsk!

- I am!

- You? What part?

- KrAZ!

- And I am from Yershovka! Homeboy!

- Just stay cool. Don't sweat it.

- Yes sir!

I'm flying back,

and you'll fly back too!

Look, take this amulet. Take it!

And not a scratch.

- Wear this and never take it off, will you?

- Yes.

- Wear it and never take it off, homeboy!

- Understood.

Pass it on to others from Yenisei!

Only those from Yenisei!

Will do.

- What's your name?

- Oleg. And you?

What? Can't hear you.

Never mind. Take care!

Look, guys.

Commander! Starboard!

C'mon on, guys, quickly!

- Quickly! Move it!

- Go!

- Pitch, 46 by 49.

- Switching to manual.

Apply emergency brakes!

Got it!

Steady, steady!

- Melkumov.

- Yes.

- Stroilov.

- Yes.

- Ryabokon.

- Yes.

- Vanifatiev.

- Yes.

- Demtchenko.

- Yes.

- Bekbulatov.

- Yes.

You've been assigned to the 4th company.

Follow me.

- Bye, guys.

- Take care.

See you, guys!

So long.

And you, junkies, alcoholics,

and sex maniacs...

...you are the 9th Company.

Follow me.

Look, the brutes are here.

Hang yourselves, Ghosts

(a Russian nickname for Mujahideen).

Formation!

Atten-hut!

Warriors, congratulations and

welcome to the Valiant 9th Company!

I don't get it, Warriors.

Congratulations and welcome

to the Valiant 9th Company!

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

Sod off, Khokhol (pejorative for Ukrainians)!

Go wank 'em outside at the drill square.

I am Lieutenant Pogrebniak.

Forget who you were and what you knew.

Here you're neither bad nor good.

You are nothing here.

- You're nobody.

- We've heard this elsewhere before, bros.

I will drill you day and night

until you become real Soldiers.

- Got it?

- Yes, Comrade Lieutenant.

- Huh?

- Yes, Comrade Lieutenant!

That's better.

Private Chougainov.

Why is it such junk?

This machine gun belonged to Samylin.

He died a heroic death.

He killed 8 Ghosts with this gun.

Got a medal for it.

Yeah, it has some scratches

because he died of a grenade.

It's not such a big deal.

Just glue it together.

The barrel is all bent.

How am I gonna shoot?

I'm doing you a great honor, butthead.

This gun is special.

You should feel proud

instead of bitching about it.

- Comrade...

- Soldier! Sign here!

Left face. March!

- Who was your bootcamp officer?

- First Lieutenant Dygalo.

Sashka?

I thought they'd written him off.

He used to sleep right over there.

Gritting his teeth all night,

dreaming combat. None of us could sleep.

Then he was taken to hospital,

in Tashkent, right?

He was a good guy, cheerful,

always smiling.

He had this illness.

- Hey, Doc?

- What?

It's called contusion.

I thought you'd say something clever.

You churka! (derogative for Central Asians)

Shut up!

Is Snow White still there?

Snow White is still there.

Good girl.

- Tell me, painter. Look like her?

- Close.

A guy I knew made it from memory.

Listen, Khokhol.

That son of a b*tch, Tomato, gave

this guy the junked gun of Samylin's.

The new gun - he must have written it off

and then sold it.

What? He trades weapons?

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