UNDERGROUND

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“The main problem is that everyone underestimates her,” Uncle Yegor said, buttering a piece of baguette, “even when you directly tell them that disguise increases the likelihood of surviving in battle by sixty percent, they still don’t take it seriously. It flies past the ears.

Uncle Yegor scooped up a spoonful of red caviar and bent over the table, looking at Boris.

The one who understands its true meaning wins. He continued even more quietly. - In twenty-five years, I have met only two cadets who realized that it was impossible to disguise an armored personnel carrier in three minutes. Only these two got their fair fives. No, of course, I gave fives to those who did not deserve them, otherwise I would have been sent to the reserve ahead of time. But only these two. Only these two deserved it. I even remember their names.

– What did they do? One of the boys asked.

Uncle Yegor smiled phlegmatically.

- And to this, son, you must come yourself, otherwise ... Do you want to be a good mil