GRU Barracks

[vladya-yamirich.livejournal.com]

(A new Ocelot, the more the merrier)

Vladislav was quite relieved when he was finally allowed to go to his assigned bunk and sleep. First days were always boring, hectic, and exhausting at the same time.

Groznyj Grad was a very unusual base, filled with very unusual soldiers. This had become apparent when he'd nearly been knocked down by a soldier dressed in some frightening, full body, flame proof suit shortly after arriving at the base.

It had become undeniable when Major Raikov had grabbed him, by the crotch, then again, he wasn't the only one the Major had grabbed. That was slightly comforting.

Vladislav Yaromirovich Borishnakov had quickly come to the conclusion that this was where soldiers who fail their psych evaluations are sent.

But all of those thoughts left Vladya's mind as he closed his blue eyes, only to recall that Raikov had commented on those too. That was really the last thing to cross his mind before he fell asleep. He was too tired to be concerned about the Major.

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[capt-kasya.livejournal.com]

Something was happening.

Kassian opened his eyes and paid attention, tracking the activity that had stirred in the group. Isaev seemed to be in the middle of it, of course, but it also looked like it was time to throw the new recruit in the snow.

He looked around at the rest of the Ocelots, trying to judge if the others were going along, but most kept their place. Kassian got up.

"I'll go," he said. In truth, he did not mind the cold. There were times when he'd had to nest outside for hours and after a while, he'd learned to adapt.

And he would feel more comfortable to be outside, not so many people all in one space. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

[andrei-isaev.livejournal.com]

Isaev didn't have time to hide his surprise.

"All right," he said, blinking, then smiling.

Irinarhov was the last person he would have expected to step up and give him a hand.

Well, not exactly. The Captain was one of the first people he'd have expected to led a hand. He'd proven that in the short time Isaev had known him.

But this sudden participatory streak...well, he could only assume Irinarhov wasn't above learning new tricks.

Andrei nodded.

"Da vai. Let's go then."

[capt-kasya.livejournal.com]

Kassian wasn't sure of what he was getting into, but found himself unworried. He would hold Isaev at his word, then, and let the lieutenant take the lead.

Isaev met his eyes and smiled at him, which made Kassian lower his gaze and just nod slightly. Perhaps he had downed one too many swallows of slivovic. His face felt hot.

He was looking forward to sharp, chill air outside and the peacefulness of night. He followed Isaev and Borishnakov, bracing himself for the shock.

[andrei-isaev.livejournal.com]

It wasn't far to the end of the hall, from there it was out the metal door and down four flights of external concrete stairs.

The chill was welcome against his chest as Andrei pushed open the door.

He sighed, pleased, letting the fresh evening breeze lift his hair as his cheeks were touched by small, glinting stars of snow.

Perfect. The snow was deep and thick in this part of the yard, the tanks blanketed.

Andrei paused on the landing, putting his arm around Borisnakov's shoulder companionably.

"All right, here's the deal, Vladislaus. See those four tanks? Look what's hanging at the end of each barrel. There's your beret, your scarf, your gloves and your holster."

He shot a look at Irinarhov, a fleeting and conspiratory smile, before turning back to Borishnakov.

"Your boots, however, are in the dog yard. Right over...there." Andrei grinned. "They're in one of the dog houses. Probably Goliath's, if I don't miss my guess. He's Sergei's favorite," he explained, aside.

Andrei knew it depended on the recruit's personal cold tolerance how many trips a man had to take back to the banya and out again to retrieve all his items.

Occasionally someone made it to his boots and wriggled out to the ends of all the tank barrels in one trip.

He was betting on Borishnakov to be among the more hardcore, seeing as he was stone staggering drunk.

"You might want to get the boots first," he suggested, raising his eyebrows. "Without them you get a lot colder."

[vladya-yamirich.livejournal.com]

"Dogs." He knew quite a bit about dogs, his father had kept them. Of course, his father's dogs had been trained for different purposes, and those had been part wolf. These were guard dogs, and they didn't know him.

It was time to make a good impression on his new unit. "Bring on the dogs," He muttered to himself, heading over for the dog yard in what was suppose to be a determined, dramatic stride.

The effect was ruined when he nearly tripped over a something in the snow. Not that his slightly drunken swaying had been very dramatic to begin with, but there was no denying his determination.

He paused outside the dog yard, staring to see if he could figure out which one of the little dog houses his boots were in. After identifying a likely target Vladislav carefully opened the door to the dog yard.

Hopefully the dog hadn't chewed on his boots.

[andrei-isaev.livejournal.com]

Andrei grinned to himself, impressed by the man's fortitude, even five or six sheets to the wind.

Sergei had left only puppies and half-grown puppies with access to the outside from their warm kennels, so Vladislaus had nothing to worry about, except being bratpacked, licked to death and probably knocked over.

"Watch," he whispered to the Captain. "This should be good."

He glanced up, as the locker room window slid open and a disembodied "Woooo!" sailed out.

The Ocelots were in form.

[vladya-yamirich.livejournal.com]

There was both good news and bad news as he peered into the doghouse.

His boots were, in fact, in there. Unfortunately, he woke up the dog when he went to get them. As the furry form stirred Vladya could tell that it wasn't a full grown, fully trained guard dog.

But the puppy was almost as bad as it wagged it's tail and tried to pounce on him, barking happily. The puppy didn't knock him over, but it did wake up the rest of it's little friends.

Vladya found himself mobbed by pups of various ages as he ran frantically for the exit, dogs trying to lick and jump on him every inch of the way.