Victor wore a triangular military cap, an AK47 in his hand, and a velvet jacket, lying in the snow, aiming at a target 100 meters away, listening to the instructor's heavy voice in his ears, and paying full attention.

"Victor."

Just as he was aligning his three o'clock and one line, his ears were a little warm, but...

"Hey, Pushkin, you mouth stinks! Did you eat yesterday? He turned his head and whispered to him

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