"Vladislav, Yamirovich, or Borishnakov... just not Vladya... or Vladik, for that matter." When Vladislav drank, tact and common sense were the first to go. And, in fact, the more he drank the more talkative he became.
"And what was that you said about earning spots earlier?" Hopefully it was a metaphor. Though, Vladislav had heard of hazing rituals that had involved painting recruits with camouflage paint, and then making them do all sorts of strange things naked with the paint all over their bodies. Of course, he figured it was just a bunch of stories to scare trainees.
Andrei was laughing, though, apparently he had found something amusing. Vladislav wasn't quite sure what. These Ocelot's weren't nearly as bad as he'd expected from what he heard when he first arrived on base.
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Date: 2006-09-09 12:18 am (UTC)"And what was that you said about earning spots earlier?" Hopefully it was a metaphor. Though, Vladislav had heard of hazing rituals that had involved painting recruits with camouflage paint, and then making them do all sorts of strange things naked with the paint all over their bodies. Of course, he figured it was just a bunch of stories to scare trainees.
Andrei was laughing, though, apparently he had found something amusing. Vladislav wasn't quite sure what. These Ocelot's weren't nearly as bad as he'd expected from what he heard when he first arrived on base.