9th Company Page #6

- Take his place.

- Yes sir.

Afanasy. Kurbashy. Follow me.

Province Khost, Height 3234, Day 210.

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Motherf***er.

- Cool.

- Listen, will you get me one too?

Shall we?

Gioconda!

- What?

- Khokhol is calling for you!

Will finish it when I'm back.

Comrade Lieutenant, Private Petrovsky

has carried out your order.

Look. This card's covered.

And this is for your cockades.

Cough it up, Churka.

- You're two minutes late. You get it?

- Yes.

I don't get it.

- Are you trying to insult me?

- No one's had any, Comrade Lieutenant.

- This is all that is left.

- You know when the next supply'll get here?

In a day? Two? In a week? How long

are we gonna stick around here?

You've one hour to get 2 full match boxes.

(writing "5 Rubles")

- Where am I supposed to get them?

- I don't give a sh*t!

Find, steal, give birth to it.

Is my order understood, Soldier?

- Yes sir.

- Dismissed! Let's continue.

C'mon, blockhead.

Guys, do you have any matches?

Bacha!

Bacha!

Halt!

I said halt, bastard! Halt!

Hey, bacha!

Bacha. Halt!

- (speaking Dari)

- Matches. Understand? Matches.

Matches.

I... for you... this...yummy...

This... me... for you... yummy.

You... for me... matches...

(speaking Dari)

(speaking Dari)

Forbidden.

Forbidden.

Haram.

Haram.

Haram.

Forbidden.

You goes. You goes.

Come here.

Who let you leave your post?

Wanna play a hero, f***ing Picasso?

You're punished with three Extra Duties.

Copy, Comrade Captain.

Three Extra Duties, sir.

F***ing Da Vinci.

What took you so long?

We almost stormed the village.

Were gonna take it to pieces.

Did you get it?

Look at this. They got all sweat.

Way to go.

Motherland will never forget.

They're coming!

So many of them...

Ghosts! Engage!

- Where is it coming from?

- Get down!

Fire!

Company, engage!

Arrow, Arrow! This is Falcon!

Do you read me? Over.

Arrow, Arrow! Do you read me?

On the left! Cover the left!

No! Don't!

No!

There they are!

- Kurbashy, cover the Captain!

- They hit the Captain!

Behind that rock!

No! Don't!

Stas, grab the Captain. Sparrow,

Gioconda, Lyuty - you go with me!

Kurbashy, get him out of here!

Get out of here!

Guys, get behind me!

Get down! Get down, guys!

Sparrow, get down!

Move!

Duck!

Halt! Halt.

Ah, Sparrow. Where's your

machine-gun, cut-throat?

Pull back.

They're already back in the village.

Khokhol, you take the center.

I'll go around on the right.

Got it.

Let's move.

Chougoun, Kurbashy.

Check the house on the right.

Stas, Lyuty.

The house straight ahead.

Where was that?

Stas. Where the hell did you go?

What were you thinking?

Hold you fire! Hold your fire!

Let's go. Easy. I know, it hurts.

Of course, it hurts.

Easy. Easy.

Khokhol, we're pulling back!

They're gonna shell this place!

Where the hell did you go, kid?

Hang in there.

Kurbashy! Kurbashy! Over here!

Stas got shot! Hurry!

C'mon, get the hell out of here!

Stas. Just don't close your eyes.

Stas. What is the matter?

Stas.

Just don't close your eyes, Stas.

Look at me, Stas.

Afghanistan, Day 237.

Let's go.

Catch.

Look what they're doing, dammit.

Enough, pull back!

What the f*** are you shooting at?

Take cover, guys!

F***ing freaks, eh!

A box of canned meat can get you killed

by friendlies, 6 months before discharge.

Your discharge is as far as

walking to China backwards.

- It's me and Kurbashy who'll pack soon.

- Guys, we shouldn't have. It's not good.

They may be hauling it

for the Frontier Garrison.

He wants to teach us how we should live.

Guys, do you know what our Sparrow is?

Tell us, Birdy!

Why should I be embarrassed?

Yes, I studied education and philology.

Ha! Our Sparrow is a teacher.

- What is so funny?

- Teachers like you were scared of us in school.

- How many guys studied with you?

- Three.

And how many girls?

You must have dated all of them.

Or, did you save them for later?

C'mon, guys. He's got his Olya.

I swear I'll come visit Sparrow

just to meet his wonderful Olya.

So, Sparrow will stand by the classboard

with a pointer like some woodpecker.

As for Gioconda, we know what he'll be.

- Kurbashy will be slicing people.

- No, I won't. Had enough of that crap.

Rather be a vet.

Horses, sheep, and such.

What about you, Khokhol?

What will you do after Afghanistan?

Drink.

It's a given. You'll drink one week,

and then what?

Drink again.

- And then what?

- Drink again.

Until I forget all of this.

Then I'll wake up... wash my face...

and start a new life...

If I'm able to...

Province Khost, Height 3234, New Year of 1989, Day 267.

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Move it, Birdy!

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We missed the New Year by

Kransoyarsk time because of you.

Thank God. Look at the Vladivostok.

Stone drunk since the afternoon.

- Hey, Chougoun!

- Ah?

I don't get it. Where did you

squirrel away the fruit compote?

- What makes you think I did?

- Where is it then?

- I simply forgot.

- Yeah right. You forgot.

You just wanted to drink it all

alone under the blanket.

Brothers.

- Brothers!

- Pinochet!

- Pinochet!

- Pinochet! Bro!

Hey man!

- How's it going?

- Just put it right here.

- How did you get here?

- They re-deployed me here.

- What for?

- Just crushed one SOB's teeth.

Says "You chomp like a pig".

To us, Muslims, a pig's a dirty animal.

We kill for such insulting words.

Lemme have a drink.

It's 100 percent alcohol!

Go ahead.

Let me introduce Afanasy...

the Dreadful...

Kurbashy the Doc...

And this... is Khokhol...

For some, it's Khokhol...

- For others, it's Comrade Lieutenant.

- C'mon, Seryoga. It's one of us. Dygalo's.

Hey man.

So, guys. Let's sit.

- Pour it.

- Guys, Gorby's speaking. Crank it up!

Let's drink to this passing year.

To the passing year!

- Hear, hear.

- Let all the bad stay behind.

- Pour the second one right away.

- Here.

To the coming discharge.

- Hooray!

- Hooray!

This is the discharge year, guys.

Pour it.

Brothers.

The third toast.

To our fallen comrades.

To Samyla... to Nikita Balashev...

To Potap.

- To Ryaba.

- To Lysy.

To Kostyan. For all those

who've not lived to see this moment.

To Stas.

To Stas.

- VDV...

- Forward!

Don't sleep.

Or you'll turn into a goat.

Guys! Ghosts!

- Company, engage!

- Guys, engage!

- Company, engage!

- Guys, engage!

Pinochet, come here!

Come on!

- Get Falcon on the hook, fast!

- Get the ammo here, Chougoun!

We're in deep sh*t, guys!

These bastards will fight to the death!

Come on, a**holes!

Eat this!

Don't let them close!

Get down!

- Keep firing!

- Casualty report!

We've got two!

All the sentries are down!

Gioconda is down!

- A**holes!

- Hold your positions!

They are retreating, guys!

Mortar shells! Get down!

Take cover, guys!

Falcon! Falcon!

Falcon!

Where is the Captain?

Sparrow!

- Sparrow!

- Aye!

Check the Captain in the dugout!

Get the mortar ready!

- In the gully between the rocks, 150!

- Aye, 150!

Fire!

Well done, fellas! We got 'em!

- Get the wounded here!

- We got no radio contact!

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