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No. 113298
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Well, about being drafted - there's a whole funny story about it.
I went willingly to comissariat to get conscripted, had a friend-of-a-friend officer of Internal Troops of the Ministry for Internal Affairs of the Russian Federation's Special Regiment, who was ready to get me into there after a fairly long interview on why and what for am I going to the Army.
Well, I got conscripted after passing all the medical tests, and...got dicked during the final preparations for "weighing too little". 110 lbs/5'4" was, apparently, a no-go at that time (even though russian army drafts people with severe health problems)
Seems like that friend-of-a-friend saw this violation of conscription as a chance to cause a big ruckus (being internal troops' officer, this makes a lot of sense) in the comissariat, he filed a complaint and I got my "Military Passport" with a very precise demand from the comissar "to stay as fucking far from the comissariat as you humanly can".
For all things considered, I'm an Internal Troops Private in discharge.
Never served. I find this course of events very anecdotal and incredibly shameful, but, well. Whatever happens - happens for a reason.
No, shotgun was sold long ago with a fear in mind that I might shoot my dad.
I'm getting my own guns when I'm settled at the apartments. I've already have all the things required for the gun permit, but it's going to take some time. So, in a year or two I'll get a 12 gauge Saiga and have fun with it.
Yeah, I can still dance for the sake of the old times, but I almost never do, unless I'm very drunk. There's a few stories when I barged onto the dance floor in an absolutely delirious state and busted my moves.
But, yes. We all are getting older. I was around 16-17 (if I recall correctly) when Pervasive Vagrant's discovery of me took place and all the shitposting went wild, now I'm 29 in half a month.
That's whopping 12 years.
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