Petra was awakened by the call of the duty officer: “A company! Rise! Anxiety! Anxiety! Anxiety! ”He had already got used to waking up five minutes before the hysterical cries of the on-duty service, but today he was awakened by this vociferous alarm clock. Especially Peter did not like the addition to the standard phrase on duty about the rise in the form of “Alarm!” Usually such things were predicted in advance and were planned. And that suddenly without warning and hike late at night. Peter determined the time as 3 hours and was not mistaken. Round hours on the “takeoff” showed 3 hours and 15 minutes. Those who served in the Army, knows that even on the KMB all soldiers are tortured by training, including the actions on the signal "Alarm". Dress up a uniform, “berets”, run to the closet with personal protective equipment (helmet and armor ”) and chemical protection (OZK and gas mask), then turn in a placer, where the same sleepy foreman will give you your duffle bag and then another turn in the CWC, get your machine gun and two horns to it (usually without cartridges). Once, on the orders of the Division Commander, they were alerted and given out ammunition and even combat grenades. The officers then every minute checked to see if any of the stupid ass-soldiers had screwed the fuse up to the grenade. And then they gave out a dry ration. Then it turned out that there were riots on a national basis in the capital and they wanted to send them to protect the city’s transport hubs. Thank God, then everything turned out, otherwise they would have done things with grenades in their pocket.

This time they also issued both cartridges and grenades, while the mechanics drivers received the keys to their BMP and fled to the park. While the personnel were being built and armed, the commanders ran up from the apartments, the equipment was leaving the park, Peter was still trying to determine what the cause of this alarm was. Everyone he asked was without a clue what was happening. Having nothing to do, Peter began to look at the environment, having fun and making fun of how sleepy people try to do everything quickly and correctly. One of the BMP crashed into the collar of the KTP, a duty ensign leaped out of a brick booth and began to yell obscenities, promising to have a mechanic in a perverted form. And Valerka, their driver and mechanic, sat at the levers, he only sat behind them three times, temporarily replacing Nikita, who had been transferred to the reserve. Nikita was spent a week ago, but Peter still haunted the sensation of the holiday. Oh, how did they then lit!

Nikita promised to put ten liters of high-quality alcoholic drink. Peter, whose “land” was the head of the warehouse, promised to fit dishes and pickles for a feast. The chest of drawers Sergey, which is local, showed a desire to deliver to the “kindery” (where they were going to hold the event) a bit of beauty and tenderness, in the form of trouble-free beauties from his district. The rest were engaged in the implementation of small events, such as the extraction of glasses, plates and bribing the CPT on-duty service for the free passage of beauties to the territory of the unit. Everything was hundred percent. And the vodka was ten liters and the food was abundant, and 12 people from friends of fellow soldiers and six, gorgeous, charming and beautiful girls gathered in the capter. Peter did not remember all the names, but he remembered Marina, Lika and Irina. Marina was impressed by the fact that she was very talkative and laughable. She chirped incessantly, and said something and laughed loudly and infectiously at every joke. Lika was remembered by the fact that she was wearing a very short skirt and was sitting in such a way that it cost Peter a lot of effort not to stare at her, almost completely naked legs and protruding red panties. A minute later, Peter wanted to fuck this leggy bitch.He gradually began to drive up to the girl, trying to make a good impression on her and receive her favor in return. And when, at the second hour of the holiday, she was merrily and Peter was already stroking her legs, Sergei whispered in his ear: “You are more careful, it is rumored that she has a clap!” Peter sharply pulled her hand away from the girl’s smooth and delicate skin. Peter never used condoms, considering that this is an unworthy occupation for a man and more like a masturbation. Pushing his organ into a juicy and wet vagina, Peter was always confident in the cleanliness and decency of the girl. Today, he wanted to make an exception and have sex with at least someone, and thanks to Sergey, who returned his brain in time. “And nah. p did you bring her then? ”he was indignant, taking him aside. "For myself! She is fucking awesome, so twitches and squeezes a member, that you end up like a machine gun! ”- Sergey answered calmly:“ Yes, I don't need to use preziki, unlike you, an esthete! ”

Peter had already decided that his hope had broken off to pamper his boyfriend with a female cave, but then he noticed that one of the girls was sitting in a mansion. Almost does not drink or eat, and all the time something whispers to his girlfriend. Peter came a little closer and heard: “Marina! When will we go home? Tomorrow I shall pass the test on the mat, I have to go to bed! ”And Marina answered her friend:“ Yes, soon! Still a bit, let's sit and go! Look, what boys are great! ”But the girl did not share her views at all. Throughout it was clear that the girl was given this event, and she didn’t like it at all, just like the guys. She became especially worried when Sergei took Lika somewhere, winking at the rest of the party. With that, Lika went with a clear desire. The guys already sat down at her and tried to start a conversation and start a conversation, but she picked them off, someone with words, and someone with a look. "Hello! I’m not looking at you like that at all? ”The girl heard a voice next to her and turned her head to see another gentleman. “I see that you are not drinking and sad. Don't you like such holidays? ”Peter asked her. “I came here for a friend. More precisely, she dragged me out, because I spend the night at her house, ”the girl calmly replied, trying to show that the conversation was over. "Clear. And let's try to cheer you a little and make the evening not lost! Will you give me one chance? ”- he slyly smiled and asked Peter:“ By the way, my name is Peter, and how are you? ”“ My name is Ira, but I think you shouldn’t amuse me, ”the girl snapped. “Do you know what your name means? Peace and tranquility! And you're so angry, not good! ”- said Peter:“ You do not lose anything, giving me a chance. I will be pleased to talk with you. Just without any nuances there! ”Irina was surprised that the guy knows the meaning of her name and it bribed her. "Okay! If you are so well-read, then try to cheer me up, ”Irina replied, feeling that in vain she said that.

But a minute later she forgot about her negative attitude towards the guy and by the very evening. Peter, who knows thousands of different tricks and illusions, instantly captured the attention of the girl, showing her some not tricky "magic" transformations. Irina was already smiling and clapping her hands like a little girl, rejoicing at how cleverly the guy fooled her. “And now, I will show you that I have hands better than metal detectors! Here's a coin for you, hide it anywhere on your body, and I, without touching you, will find it! ”- Peter announced the following magic and turned away. The girl, intrigued and wishing to make the task more complicated, hid the coin in her right ballet dress. Peter stood quietly, turning his back to her and waited, looking in the mirror, hidden in her palm, where Irina hides a coin. “Done!” Said Irina and the guy, turning to her, rubbed his palms in a picture, rubbed his fingers and placed them at a distance of two millimeters from her head and began to “scan”. He drove his palms around his head, neck, then held them next to his shoulders. The girl thought that at the hands of Peter go warm and gentle waves.It seemed to her that he was touching her, but that was an illusion. The guy honestly performed the task. When his hands were right in front of her chest, Irina, unwillingly, straightened her back and gave her bumps forward, and when her hands “scanned” her heights, the girl experienced a very pleasant feeling, as if the guy really stroked them. “No, it's not here! There is no here either! ”- Peter occasionally spoke, carefully depicting what he used ...