The security man Grisha from Moscow, born in 1991, who wished me not to return from the war.
He seems like a good boy, but it's a shame he's so stupid.
In 1991, when this child Grisha was born, I was already commanding a squad, and then a platoon. In 1994-95, when the child Grisha went to kindergarten, I fought in Chechnya in the assault infantry. Grozny, Argon, Goodrams, Novogrozenskaya, Shali, Avtori, Mayrtop.
In 2000, when the child Grisha entered the 3rd grade, I cleaned Uros-Marten, Achai-Marten and Katir-Yort. Now the child Grisha is already 35 years old. He's quite big now, he stopped pooping in a diaper and learned to poop in chat rooms. I wish the Grisha child not to be at the forefront of the new mobilization wave.
I never hoped to come home from another war. What to do at home? See the nasty faces of those rear guard boys?
It's time for the Grisha child to grow up. May God grant him health and long life.