I received a mobilization order. Come to the military enlistment office at. Already the air was chilling.

This is on his Facebook page, wrote a Russian military journalist Аркадий Бабченко, according to «СЛАВА УКРАИНЕ»МБФ.

You stand, you look at this piece of paper, you remember how your train stopped on the roads in Mozdok, and next to it, on the neighboring tracks there was a train with the technicized FROM FROM, and we looked at him with all eyes, at this broken , raskurchennuyu some incredible, superhuman strength armor, which was not yet washed away the blood of the people killed in it, biting immediately his laughter and heroic feathering feathers, and it was really scary, the first time in our short lives, death looked at us here so in the eyes, near to, from the neighboring tracks ... 
And then they brought us to take off in Mozdok, and there were some strange black bags lying side by side. They were brought from the turntables, from behind the ridge, where we were taken, unloaded, and then loaded into the same turntables and took us there. And for a long time we could not understand what kind of black plastic bags they were. And then we realized ...

And somehow now I'm very glad that I'm here now, and this agenda is there.

Comrade military commissar. I played enough games already then. In the ninety-sixth. And then again. In the ninety-ninth.And then another two thousand by eight. And in two thousand fourteenth.

I served in your army twice. And I do not owe you anything more. Neither you nor the Motherland, nor the state, nor this wonderful people. To anybody and anything. 
All your kyrzachi, underpants and footcloths, I returned to you twenty years ago.

On the contrary, you still owe me this. There should be four hundred dollars, deducted by your patrons for the pea jacket, trousers and helmet that were given to me, which were ripped and thrown out by me in Grozny, and according to the standards of material allowance they should serve for two years, and the Motherland wrote off four hundred bucks for trousers from their soldiers. Should for the recruitment of chronic diseases, which I treated for my money and from time to time I still fly. For those yellow tabletochki, which I drank at receptions at the psychotherapist when I tried to muffle my syndrome of the postcombatant. For the aged at the age of twenty mom, who went for me there, spending the night on the block posts, and saw everything with my own eyes. For the fact that I still can not begin to do my own life, earn money and build my future, because you, slut, all climb and climb to others. You kill and kill everything.

No, I do not argue, to go another two months to try out in the barracks with a crowd of the same partisans - this, of course, is fun. But I already know all these jokes. I passed them all. And then twenty years ago I was busy trying to get wheelchairs, crutches, glasses, hemodialysis, surgery for the soldiers left by the Homeland, and then I wandered about the next wars that you started, then I wrote about new corpses and new hemodialysis and I'm already sick of this one thought of your kirzachs, that this whole gay theater of yours does not interest me at all.

But. But I still want to say one thing.

Yes, certainly.

I believe that a man can not stay away if his country gets sick with war.

So let's leave these retraining courses for typists and go straight to the point.

I swear to you - if Russia gets involved in a new war, and wants to see me again in this war, I will not run around the forest and necessarily, in the forefront I will sign up for the active army. In the volunteers.

In the "Right Sector".

In Kiev.

Because if you have to fight again, now I will definitely fight against you.

This is not a forced decision under the pressure of circumstances - this is my conscious choice.

I do not know how my life will turn out and where I will be tomorrow, in the Czech Republic, in Israel, in Ukraine, but I swear to you - if you once again because of the curb you will get to kill people - and in this I do not for a second I doubt whether you will get into the Czech Republic, again to Ukraine, I will try to make every effort to push you back.

And to make it as painful as possible - to be remembered for as long as possible.

With sincere Bandera greetings, the commander of the calculation AGS-17, Guard Sergeant Babchenko. "

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