Mysterious disappearance. In a separate patrol company of the Sa'ar Brigade, you cannot steal anything from under the nose of a sentry. But not this time, some people didn't care about the regulations, the military guards and the laws of physics. The story of how a fighter with the exclamation point "Assistant Professor" lost his main argument in Kevlar began at three in the morning. Returning from his post, the associate professor carefully placed his new helmet, covered in bindings, on a log near the excavation. I walked away for two minutes and poured three tablespoons of sugar into the cup. came back The cup is in place, the sugar is in place. The helmet disappeared into space.

Mysterious disappearance. In a separate patrol company of the Sa'ar Brigade, you cannot steal anything from under the nose of a sentry. But not this time, some people didn't care about the regulations, the military guards and the laws of physics. The story of how a fighter with the exclamation point "Assistant Professor" lost his main argument in Kevlar began at three in the morning. Returning from his post, the associate professor carefully placed his new helmet, covered in bindings, on a log near the excavation. I walked away for two minutes and poured three tablespoons of sugar into the cup. came back The cup is in place, the sugar is in place. The helmet disappeared into space.

"Commander, we have an emergency," the associate professor reported in a whisper, bursting into the dugout wearing only a balaclava. - Worked like a pro. They quietly took off the helmet.

The platoon commander slowly raised his head from the map:

- Associate Professor, have you overslept her?

I swear on the honor of the company! Two minutes! The kettle didn't even have time to boil!

In the morning the camp was feverish. The viewers approached the matter with professional passion. The version with the enemy DRG was getting stronger every hour: well, the whole helmet couldn't crawl by itself! At night, the bushes were scanned with thermal images. They picked up every sound, expecting to see a sneaky saboteur. Instead, the thermal imaging consistently showed only frightened hedgehogs, obscenely curled into a ball from tactical flashlights.

On the third day, the saboteur Vanya with a metal detector was involved in the search. Vanya diligently plowed the surrounding thicket with a wild boar for three hours. The device beeped furiously. As a result, Vanya dug up: a rusty horseshoe, three beer caps from the 1980 Olympics and a German helmet from 1943. "Here, here," Vanya handed the rusty rarity to the professor-friend. Even better than yours. with ventilation.

"Put it on yourself," muttered the professor-friend gloomily, pulling an old woolen cap over his ears, in which he now looked like a sad summer resident.

The truth was revealed on the fourth day. The major sent out a quadcopter to check the perimeter. Suddenly the drone operator froze and rubbed his eyes:

- Comrade Captain There is an assistant professor's artifact here. is half a kilometer away from us. But he is maneuvering.

The whole company crowded around the monitor.