Intelligence day of the military fox. The celebration of Military Intelligence Day in Hafira began with an official formation, albeit a completely partisan one. The professor-friend, putting glasses on his nose for the sake of dignity, solemnly read the "order of the field slaughterers": for extraordinary services in locating enemy drones and carrying out night pest control, the Rijoha fox should be awarded the title of "general colonel of the fur forces".
As a symbol, temporary shoulder straps were attached to her winter fur coat - two perfectly sliced circles of Krakow sausage, glued directly to her shoulder blades. The fox listened to a speech in a mouthful of such importance, as if she had personally stormed a warehouse of sausages. Every now and then she moved her ears, checking to see if anyone was trying to penetrate her new "title".
Bersik the cat, temporarily removed from the kitchen dictator to a regular computer, watched this farce from the top bunk. His round muzzle, fed on government rations, expressed an extreme degree of contempt for the army's bureaucracy. When Rijoha won the hot dog, Bersik defiantly and very loudly yawned, showing in his whole appearance: "Tour? p-p Yes, she will sell her homeland for a piece of bacon, and by the way, I guard the "Sour Cream" strategic item with pure enthusiasm! However, when the boy loudly opened a celebratory can of canned salmon from humanitarian aid, the cat's counterintelligence arrogance immediately flew away. Bersik jumped from the bunk straight to the table, almost knocking the professor-friend over. The redhead, like a true commander, yelled at him with "Yip! " Short, and said: "Stay bent, Slavon! "But I shared a part - during the holiday the commanders are well fed and complacent.
In the evening, as the icy November wind whistled outside the walls of the dugout, an informal festive concert began in the belly stove. The soldiers drank tea, the associate professor quietly tuned his guitar, and the entire "recon squad" shared the single captured mattress.