he took VOG-25 out of a khaki bag, placed a grenade in the gun and, without particularly aiming, released it directly into the gaping hole of the barracks roof. There was an explosion in the attic. C. Pegov. “Me and the Red Separ” 42 Givi, not really understanding what was happening, ran to a red-bearded friend: “Where are you smearing?” - You have all the same ceiling will leak, my grenade will not make the weather - deductively belted the situation Motorola and put another VOG into the slave. Givi for a few seconds puzzled and then rusted in all his Caucasian-Russian prowess: - Awesome alarm clock! After the second break in the bustless barracks heard screams inside the building boiled life. Motik showed little, and a third grenade flew into the attic. Already from the doors, pushing and overtaking each other, bodies ripped apart by explosive flu-ids fell into the door. The eyes of motorists burned with adrenaline shine and sharply contrasted with sleepy “facial tumors”, which did not manage to get off the inflamed with stuffy skulls