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January 11th.

Me today. And a couple more people were taken to work. Let's go to the training ground. We sat in the car for a long time, chatted about nonsense and froze. After that, we went to look for some kind of tent to assemble it and take it to the unit. We walked, as it seemed to me, for about a kilometer. It was terribly cold there. Shooting was carried out at the training ground. Our tent was occupied by other units, covered with a camouflage net, and an oven was being heated. Our foreman, who brought us, called the battalion commander and received instructions to go back. Along the way, they threw out some old wheels and took a water tank for field exercises. They just froze very, very, very much. Since the work uniform is issued to the unit one for 5 generations of soldiers and when the fifth person uses it, it is thrown out. So, we were unlucky, we are the fifth. This form will be thrown out after us. Over the years, it has become all torn, peeling, it no longer has any feathers inside, it is very thin and cold, but it is designed for winter. There are no other clothes.

After lunch, we also worked in the park, swept, and so on.

Dinner, hemming, washing, sleeping.

January 12.

Today, during the work, I was taken to the office. I cleaned the plywood with sandpaper, chatted with the commanders, just sat there. During my service, this is one of my best days. However, I cut my finger at the end of the day.

I hope I'll be here more often now. Normal guys, like my friends. I recognized them from the other side. But the most important thing is that I have worked a lot and I hope it will be more and more often.

13th of January.

Today everyone went to carry firewood, but Artyom and I (this is a guy from my city) stayed on the PCB. We sat in the warmth and cleaned up slowly.

They also told us to get a haircut, we wanted to do it before the bath. But the foreman told us to go to the bathhouse, and then it came to us to get a haircut. His logic is fucked up, of course. After lunch, the parade ground was swept. And then, in the middle of cleaning, we were abruptly jerked, as it turned out, I was part of the garrison duty unit. We ran to the barracks, got a helmet, unloading, a knife, a machine gun and 4 horns to it and quickly ran to the headquarters. All this must be done within 10 minutes. It was my first time and I thought something had happened. At headquarters, we were given 120 rounds each, and I understood that if they were giving out cartridges, then there was some kind of incident in the city.. A terrorist attack, an invasion by foreign troops or something similar is not this. I was not afraid, but interested. Soon they were told to return the cartridges and disperse… It was a test of combat readiness. At such moments, you begin to understand what an army is.