i'm nika kovalev, comrade sergeant, can i also give in to the fascists, comrade kovalev, well, comraderound, because i also deserved it, but i understand, let's kill the shepherd boy , just be careful so that you don’t get hit by the rollback, fire, press, get it. what a crappy handkerchief you are! you gave it to me, i keep it in my pocket, on my chest, on it you i wrote so that my heart would not forget that what awaits us is not an accident, but a meeting ahead, in battles with a cruel enemy. we know no mercy, we avenge our palshins, desperate guys and a silk handkerchief, it always reminds us that somewhere you are dear, waiting for me, loving, the battle will end, with a famous battle, a great victory, we will end the war with blood . a pierced silk handkerchief, i will return you with blood, warmed by a bullet, pierced, bark the captain. i wish you well, dmitry petrovich, well, like a boy, boy, nothing, comrade captain, he’s working. so exactly what performs duties at the gun? until that day , he was stacking spent cartridges for me , but today, that is, since yesterday evening,