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I can not but share))). ~ The case at the station OSVOD :)

Well, I can not share, I got by WatsApp. Of course, I do not know Afftar. I barely read. They laughed loudly with the boy.

~ The case at the station OSVOD 🙂

Upon arrival, Mikheich spent a couple of lessons with us. He impressed us, there’s nothing to say. I remembered.

It is necessary to say that the real everyday life of salvation on the water cardinally differ from those blessed posters that decorate any station OSVOD.

I remember:

-The client rushes, does not rummage, the first thing is the stunning blow to the melon! And then dragging already.

And then you’ll get a hold of it-you’ll tear it off yourself. ” Together and drown to the ebony …

I must say that send in the water in a tambourine, with a roush in the end, it’s far from easy. There are no supports. We must jump out of the water and hit the temple from above. Mikheich taught us this difficult matter, too …

His "the first" forever remembered. He was a great uncle. And loud. I took a bottle of vodka with sea water and changed my tone dramatically. "Paaashli all the nah!" (in response to our cries in matyugalnik about buoys, back, and those de) on "Oh, fuck, tanuuuu!"

Well, I can not share, I got by WatsApp. Of course, I do not know Afftar. I barely read. They laughed loudly with the boy.

~ The case at the station OSVOD 🙂

Upon arrival, Mikheich spent a couple of lessons with us. He impressed us, there’s nothing to say. I remembered.

It is necessary to say that the real everyday life of salvation on the water cardinally differ from those blessed posters that decorate any station OSVOD.

I remember:

-The client rushes, does not rummage, the first thing is the stunning blow to the melon! And then dragging already.

And then you’ll get a hold of it-you’ll tear it off yourself. ” Together and drown to the ebony …

I must say that send in the water in a tambourine, with a roush in the end, it’s far from easy. There are no supports. We must jump out of the water and hit the temple from above. Mikheich taught us this difficult matter, too …

His "the first" forever remembered. He was a great uncle. And loud. I took a bottle of vodka with sea water and changed my tone dramatically. "Paaashli all the nah!" (in response to our cries in matyugalnik about buoys, back, and those de) on "Oh, fuck, tanuuuu!"

By the way, it’s a rarity. Drowned people, as a rule, are quiet people-they yell modesty and lack of air do not allow. But this one was shouting for the whole district. Exclusively obscenities.

We approach the boat-throw a circle-does not take. The specifier was cut off. His hands are pounding on the water, he has hammered the zenki and he does not understand nichrome. M-yes … A carcass for a centner. Prygabat closer risky-turn the boat like a fuck do. Diving, I swim to the handsome man. I remember the lessons of the midshipman.

-NNYA!

Damn, I got on my nose … I pulled it out right away. The man is staring at me with muttering muttered eyes.

-It is NONNESS!

Again past. His lip was broken only and his fist about his teeth was scratched.

Surprise the peasant there is no limit. Probably, he was not so a process of salvation on the water represented.

Together with him for this impressive picture watching the beach. In complete amazement.

-I’m NOW!

What kind of devilry is this … sent to the eye …

Up to the peasant dopiraet that the case is bad, it dramatically increases buoyancy and pretty quickly dumps from me. Yes, the hell there …

-NNYA!

-Herods! Bastards! What are you doing? Militia! -reports from the shore cries outraged spectators.

But I do not care for them. Has entered into a rage.

-You will not leave, bitch! I’ll save you anyway!

Finally I fall on the back of the head, the man is limp. FFFF, finally. A jerk at the hair, damn-tore, once again and

I pull into the boat. Evidently the three of them retracted.

We started the engine, come to the shore, woke up. And then he charged at me with a roar. I meet him with a deuce in the throat, the rescued flies overboard. Well-shallow. Jumps and jumps to the shore. I’m behind him for some reason. I manage to just kick him in the ass.

Handsome sharp spurt goes into isolation. The people with a squeal run from our path. My legs are stuck in the sand, I brake, this pig jumps without analyzing the road. Dosage fungus, not a jot of slowing the run. Jump through two loungers, without touching. "And why is this, in fact, I’m running?"Finally, he comes to the head.

The client is alive, healthy, in a perfect tone, how can I help him?

The cart was pounded on me by the beach. But Mikhalych with the help of a brother-in-law in a mentovka settled the matter.

Even shook hands-that for him, mean for praise, meant:

-Pretty boy! Keep it up!

After that, military discipline was established in our sector. No one was close to buoys.

It was worth trying to someone to try to land, the citizens themselves caught brave people for swimming trunks.

-What are you talking about? -you heard from afar-where are you going, fucking! Here the rescuers are animals! The other day a peasant for the buoys swam, they did it off SO! – Rape escaped from them! And I would not have run away, I was killed!

Because, probably, we did not have drowned people either.

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