9th Company Page #3

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

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