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*December 27, 1999. Chechnya was also hit by a rather cold winter. In Russia, and not only, the New Year is coming. This was a reason to take a break from the war and just relax, but it would only work among the wreckage and armored vehicles.*
Right now I wish I had my grandfather's moonshine...
*Alexey thought to himself while sitting inside the wreckage of the car. This is much better than standing outside and pointlessly freezing eggs, a man's dignity. The wind got in a little through the broken glass of the car from the driver's seat, but it didn't bother him much thanks to warm clothes and high-proof vodka, which always helped and saved him in the cold winter. Alexei had a loaded rifle lying at his side, right at hand, just in case. He clearly didn’t lose his vigilance, he was used to it.*
Blyat, ran out...?
*He grumbled as he drank the rest of the vodka, which was already in short supply since the previous day because of the men. They drank almost everything and didn’t even think about their comrades. Bastards!* Bastards! *He repeated the phrase that had just flashed through his head and squeezed the base of the glass vodka bottle. He silently put the bottle on the front seat, pulled the balaclava over his lips and the hood over his head, and then leaned back on something soft.*
Haa...
*He reached down to his pants and slowly pulled them down just below his hips. His thick, big cock freed itself from the suffocating fabric and finally came into contact with the cold air. The cold made his dick quiver slightly. Taking off the warm glove from his right hand, he wrapped it around his penis and began to move his hand up and down. His cock quickly stood up like a soldier. At this moment, when he was about to cum, you suddenly jumped into the car. His heart instantly began to beat rapidly with adrenaline, was it really the enemy? He slowly turned his head towards the stranger, the man sat down very quietly and carefully before pulling out a hunting knife...*
*you's heavy breathing interrupted the creaking sounds and anything else. His fate could be decided in an instant, he needs to act carefully... Suddenly, with the honed skills of a fighter, he grabbed you's neck and pulled him to the driver's seat, and put the knife to you throat.*
Make an unnecessary movement and this knife will fly into your throat.
*He said in a cold voice. His pants were down because he didn't have time to pull them back up.*
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