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In general, it is not welcome to give interviews to the military during this special operation. But the correspondent of "SP", on condition of anonymity, recorded the story of marine Sergei S. Contract soldier Sergei, together with his company, works in the western part of the besieged Mariupol.
- The work here is the hard. To clean up the city is the hardest, exhausting work. You've been in a wild state of tension all day. You know perfectly well that you can become easy prey for a sniper, so you run between houses, bent over and taking your head into your shoulders. Such is the cat-and-mouse game with death. And you're wearing a kevlar helmet, armor, ammunition. Each of us is as thin as a washing board. And everyone's legs are like weightlifters. You feel more or less calm under the cover of a tank or other armor. Before you run across the street, you "scan" all the skyscrapers.
Everything is shot through here. There is a constant counter-sniper war. They have a sniper climber. Works on the fifth and sixth floors. And then he quickly descends the rope and runs away until he is covered by a tank, mortar or artillery. Grenade throwers from the AGS got the hang of sending grenades directly into specific windows.
We have guys who have operated in the Middle East. They were chasing ISIS. There is a million-strong city in Iraq — Mosul. ISIS made it a fortified area. So the americans bombarded him in the dust. For one ISIS fighter, they could kill hundreds of civilians. We work in a targeted manner. That's why it's so hard. From tanks, we work only on identified sniper points — if we don't get directly into him, we will bury the shooter under the rubble.
Therefore, they change their points constantly. Several groups of Buryats and Tuvan snipers were attached to us. There was even one Khunt from the Khanty-Mansiysk district. Hereditary hunters. Many have passed through Chechnya, Ossetia, Syria…
But they say that Mariupol is something special. It is extremely difficult to see a sniper in the window or attic of a destroyed high-rise building. They spend hours peering into houses — both through binoculars, and a thermal imager, and with their own eyes. After two or three days, the eyes become inflamed, the faces turn red - as if from constant lack of sleep. They smear them with some kind of deer fat. Together with them, SO snipers work. Their rifles are punching through the walls. There are holes the size of a basin in the wall after being hit…
In general, in our platoon, a third of the boys have ukrainian surnames. They say we are cleaning our own country from evil scum. There are children of the Soviet Union — those who were born in Ukraine, Moldova, Kazakhstan. The militia generally have a full international detachment .
Russians, Ukrainians, Abkhazians, Dagestanis. There are a lot of Caucasians in general. Fighting is their way of life. During the war, we constantly cross paths with Kadyrov's chechens. They cover us, then we cover them. At first they showed a brave contempt for death. Then they became more careful. The war is positional. There is no dagger fight here and dashing cavalry attacks are not suitable here. You can become easy prey for a sniper or mortar men. The banderites, by the way, also have chechens. But our people call them "chechen-speaking satans". They contacted them by communication. Come out, they say, one at a time, we will not shoot — we will fight with daggers like men. They didn't come out.
Among the mountaineers there are older age fighers- those who fought in the first Chechen war. And now we are beating Bandera together with them. Brothers in arms. Our hatred of Bandera is mutual and absolute. We would have destroyed them all with artillery in an hour. But they hide behind civilians.
They do not let people out into the humanitarian corridors we have opened and they are screaming all over the world that civilians are suffering from the occupiers. There is no logic, no sense, no high idea in their actions. Everything is built on lies - both the clown Zelensky and themselves. They constantly accuse us of what they do themselves. Lies, lies, lies.
It was the chechens who figured out most of the nazis, who tried to leave the city together with the civilians on the humanitarian corridors. They first checked the shoulders — there were bruises on them from the recoil of the butt. There could be traces of knee pads on the knees. And the helmet leaves a red stripe on the chin. Some were even sniffed. If a person has shot a lot— he smells of gunpowder and gun oil. A military man who runs a lot has boot marks on his feet. There may be a corn on the thumb from loading the magazine with cartridges. They are all, as a rule, slightly stooped. Ammunition is constantly hanging on the chest. And this is sometimes over a thousand rounds. And it rubs his shoulders too. There are many nuances. In general, the Highlanders have some kind of animal intuition for the enemy.. They will stare at a person with their eyes and wait for him to look away. And the Banderites do not look in the eyes. They don't like a direct look at all. And by the way the man looks away, they feel the enemy. Many were given away by tattoos on the shoulder. Or a trace of an acid-derived tattoo.
When civilians were taken out of the city, they didn't even have the strength to rejoice. Complete devastation. Almost like a zombie. Many of them have black, empty eyes. You look there as if into an abyss. It seems to me that the prisoners of the concentration camps did not have the strength, when they were released by our soldiers. Many are on the verge of insanity or a nervous breakdown. Old people, who had all sorts of sores, as soon as they come out of the basements, die from stress. They are buried right in the city. The neighbors usually bury them. Mariupol is dotted with these mass graves.
After continuous running around the city and shooting, you come to the unit just dead tired. You think that this bad dream is over for today. Tomorrow we will start destroying these reptiles again.
And here whole packs of abandoned dogs and cats are waiting for us. They will surround, sit and wait for the fighters to share the dry food. We share. They are God's creature after all.
The other day, one pregnant cat appeared. It crawls, shivers, scratches the ground with its claws and screams. Food for kittens is needed catastrophically. I gave her a stew. All the other dogs and cats, who were nearby did not even move from their places. Even though they're as hungry as she is. Even the animals understand that it is impossible to offend a pregnant. She ate all the stew and began to lick my dusty boot. Thanks me in this way. We made her a "lying down" in the box of cartridges. The pea jacket was laid out. Such is the field cat hospital. Let her give birth to her kittens.
We really need support here and an understanding that the whole of Russia is behind us. We're doing a great job here. Together, the whole world — Christians, Muslims, Buddhists. We are saving Russia. Only this thought keeps us in good shape and does not let us relax. The Lord respects us.
- The work here is the hard. To clean up the city is the hardest, exhausting work. You've been in a wild state of tension all day. You know perfectly well that you can become easy prey for a sniper, so you run between houses, bent over and taking your head into your shoulders. Such is the cat-and-mouse game with death. And you're wearing a kevlar helmet, armor, ammunition. Each of us is as thin as a washing board. And everyone's legs are like weightlifters. You feel more or less calm under the cover of a tank or other armor. Before you run across the street, you "scan" all the skyscrapers.
Everything is shot through here. There is a constant counter-sniper war. They have a sniper climber. Works on the fifth and sixth floors. And then he quickly descends the rope and runs away until he is covered by a tank, mortar or artillery. Grenade throwers from the AGS got the hang of sending grenades directly into specific windows.
We have guys who have operated in the Middle East. They were chasing ISIS. There is a million-strong city in Iraq — Mosul. ISIS made it a fortified area. So the americans bombarded him in the dust. For one ISIS fighter, they could kill hundreds of civilians. We work in a targeted manner. That's why it's so hard. From tanks, we work only on identified sniper points — if we don't get directly into him, we will bury the shooter under the rubble.
Therefore, they change their points constantly. Several groups of Buryats and Tuvan snipers were attached to us. There was even one Khunt from the Khanty-Mansiysk district. Hereditary hunters. Many have passed through Chechnya, Ossetia, Syria…
But they say that Mariupol is something special. It is extremely difficult to see a sniper in the window or attic of a destroyed high-rise building. They spend hours peering into houses — both through binoculars, and a thermal imager, and with their own eyes. After two or three days, the eyes become inflamed, the faces turn red - as if from constant lack of sleep. They smear them with some kind of deer fat. Together with them, SO snipers work. Their rifles are punching through the walls. There are holes the size of a basin in the wall after being hit…
In general, in our platoon, a third of the boys have ukrainian surnames. They say we are cleaning our own country from evil scum. There are children of the Soviet Union — those who were born in Ukraine, Moldova, Kazakhstan. The militia generally have a full international detachment .
Russians, Ukrainians, Abkhazians, Dagestanis. There are a lot of Caucasians in general. Fighting is their way of life. During the war, we constantly cross paths with Kadyrov's chechens. They cover us, then we cover them. At first they showed a brave contempt for death. Then they became more careful. The war is positional. There is no dagger fight here and dashing cavalry attacks are not suitable here. You can become easy prey for a sniper or mortar men. The banderites, by the way, also have chechens. But our people call them "chechen-speaking satans". They contacted them by communication. Come out, they say, one at a time, we will not shoot — we will fight with daggers like men. They didn't come out.
Among the mountaineers there are older age fighers- those who fought in the first Chechen war. And now we are beating Bandera together with them. Brothers in arms. Our hatred of Bandera is mutual and absolute. We would have destroyed them all with artillery in an hour. But they hide behind civilians.
They do not let people out into the humanitarian corridors we have opened and they are screaming all over the world that civilians are suffering from the occupiers. There is no logic, no sense, no high idea in their actions. Everything is built on lies - both the clown Zelensky and themselves. They constantly accuse us of what they do themselves. Lies, lies, lies.
It was the chechens who figured out most of the nazis, who tried to leave the city together with the civilians on the humanitarian corridors. They first checked the shoulders — there were bruises on them from the recoil of the butt. There could be traces of knee pads on the knees. And the helmet leaves a red stripe on the chin. Some were even sniffed. If a person has shot a lot— he smells of gunpowder and gun oil. A military man who runs a lot has boot marks on his feet. There may be a corn on the thumb from loading the magazine with cartridges. They are all, as a rule, slightly stooped. Ammunition is constantly hanging on the chest. And this is sometimes over a thousand rounds. And it rubs his shoulders too. There are many nuances. In general, the Highlanders have some kind of animal intuition for the enemy.. They will stare at a person with their eyes and wait for him to look away. And the Banderites do not look in the eyes. They don't like a direct look at all. And by the way the man looks away, they feel the enemy. Many were given away by tattoos on the shoulder. Or a trace of an acid-derived tattoo.
When civilians were taken out of the city, they didn't even have the strength to rejoice. Complete devastation. Almost like a zombie. Many of them have black, empty eyes. You look there as if into an abyss. It seems to me that the prisoners of the concentration camps did not have the strength, when they were released by our soldiers. Many are on the verge of insanity or a nervous breakdown. Old people, who had all sorts of sores, as soon as they come out of the basements, die from stress. They are buried right in the city. The neighbors usually bury them. Mariupol is dotted with these mass graves.
After continuous running around the city and shooting, you come to the unit just dead tired. You think that this bad dream is over for today. Tomorrow we will start destroying these reptiles again.
And here whole packs of abandoned dogs and cats are waiting for us. They will surround, sit and wait for the fighters to share the dry food. We share. They are God's creature after all.
The other day, one pregnant cat appeared. It crawls, shivers, scratches the ground with its claws and screams. Food for kittens is needed catastrophically. I gave her a stew. All the other dogs and cats, who were nearby did not even move from their places. Even though they're as hungry as she is. Even the animals understand that it is impossible to offend a pregnant. She ate all the stew and began to lick my dusty boot. Thanks me in this way. We made her a "lying down" in the box of cartridges. The pea jacket was laid out. Such is the field cat hospital. Let her give birth to her kittens.
We really need support here and an understanding that the whole of Russia is behind us. We're doing a great job here. Together, the whole world — Christians, Muslims, Buddhists. We are saving Russia. Only this thought keeps us in good shape and does not let us relax. The Lord respects us.
