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It’s good to sit in the c300 launcher, the machine of which is fueled by the way.
He walked this landscape painter, walked ... He sees - the gate is crooked, there is no gate, there are no inscriptions, plates with work time and a lunch break ... Some kind of wire is torn and rusty, not even barbed even ... Give, thinking, I will go through this gate - I will cut the way. All the more so that another photographer comes out of the gate, it means that we, the photographers, can be here!
Wandered. He sees: some kind of crap is ahead, he is blocking the road.
He came closer, looked closer: priests! Yes, this is a universal radar in the transport position, and a little further - another one, in working condition, on a universal mobile tower ..
And in the distance, antennas of long-distance and radio-relay communication are striving into the smoky sky, and are cutting the airspace of the Homeland with the radar Caste-2-2 ... Everything is beautiful, dog!
Maybe our mushroom picker thinks, is this a museum? After all, nobody is around - come on, who do you want, take what you want ... And museum workers, villains, probably on the occasion of a day off, their wives under their blankets are licking their bodies.
He walked, looked, was surprised: a strange museum - all the exhibits are working, the transformers are buzzing, the second is the Caste-2-2 radar (the one on the high farm) suddenly suddenly started to rotate ...
Following a deeply convincing view past the buried structure, our nature lover examined the backup diesel generator ...
... and looking closely at quite accidentally, but prudently grabbed with binoculars, I realized that it was, after all, never a museum.
I'll go, thought the mushroom picker, I quickly otsedov while I was stuffed with lead nuts ... He decided to go round, naive. It goes to itself, it goes, there are no gates, fences, perimeters, barbed wires for you, the civil road winds alongside, the summer residents on their sites stand up their asses ... Suddenly - oops! - again a structure in the middle of the forest.
And clearly from him the world does not blow, and it is freshly painted. And the cables from him are drawn to where our photographer had just run. And that is typical: specifically, some bore provided a concrete channel for the cables, but the diligent corporal decided not to lay the wires in the conal so as not to wear it in peacetime in case of war.
And again: come in, who you want, get in, where you want.
This tourist decided to go the other way, turned to 180 and skipped off. And just began to calm down and forget how you are! - again low-budget perimeter, remains of former power and some kind of brain radiator ...
... in which, upon closer examination, the low-altitude detector was recognized on the aforementioned OLA in the variant with an additional section.
"Howeverooooh!" - thought our hero, looking at the products, standing in orderly rows behind the embankment. - "This is not for you any more antennas fucking. On the approach to this and can shoot, probably."
But shyly and effortlessly stepping over what was supposed to mark the perimeter, coming closer ...
... and looking at the details, he realized: here the guests may not be happy, but they pay no attention to them.
And if so, the onlooker decided, whether to go through the territory and whether to assess the combat readiness of our Russia? After all, can the taxpayer be convinced that he is fully protected for his money from foes like Rust? And he went for a walk.
The servicemen of this unit knew beforehand that not a single saboteur would come to the territory at the weekend (Saturday is holy), and any outsider would be OWN. Therefore, they slept peacefully or went for a beer ...
... giving any citizen of the country who wishes to inspect the launchers of the previous generation air defense complex in several modifications directly in the state of combat duty.
After all, no one would even think about digging into it. No sign "Do not touch your hands!" - here you are completely trusted.
By the way, the people and the army in the Russian Federation are still united: modern military foul up the territory around them with quite civilian crap no worse than civilians. And even better: along the entire perimeter of this current exposition there are trodden paths along which soldiers walk into the forest to throw garbage and shit. Position asshole looks like this.
See the path through the log? He wiped his ass with a leaf, pulled up his leggings, a small step - and you're already at the location of the part!
In general, the number of trails around the perimeter rolls over all reasonable limits, but here - the most trampled. Probably, the view of the 30H6 locator for illumination and guidance contributes to a comfortable bowel movement.
With this positive thought, the mushroom picker ottedova ran in terror ...
Afterword. It may seem that the facts presented are just a fantasy of a writer. Or, say, an isolated case - a rare ugly pimple on the right body of the air defense of the Moscow region. Yes, no, guys, so - almost everywhere. If there are no brakes, then you can pull the levers (here is another position, by the way). And if there is malicious intent, then any competent mushroom picker can make a start. Although, if we assume that there are no pencils in the canisters, then, of course, it is clear ...
It’s good to sit in the c300 launcher, the machine of which is fueled by the way.
He walked this landscape painter, walked ... He sees - the gate is crooked, there is no gate, there are no inscriptions, plates with work time and a lunch break ... Some kind of wire is torn and rusty, not even barbed even ... Give, thinking, I will go through this gate - I will cut the way. All the more so that another photographer comes out of the gate, it means that we, the photographers, can be here!
Wandered. He sees: some kind of crap is ahead, he is blocking the road.
He came closer, looked closer: priests! Yes, this is a universal radar in the transport position, and a little further - another one, in working condition, on a universal mobile tower ..
And in the distance, antennas of long-distance and radio-relay communication are striving into the smoky sky, and are cutting the airspace of the Homeland with the radar Caste-2-2 ... Everything is beautiful, dog!
Maybe our mushroom picker thinks, is this a museum? After all, nobody is around - come on, who do you want, take what you want ... And museum workers, villains, probably on the occasion of a day off, their wives under their blankets are licking their bodies.
He walked, looked, was surprised: a strange museum - all the exhibits are working, the transformers are buzzing, the second is the Caste-2-2 radar (the one on the high farm) suddenly suddenly started to rotate ...
Following a deeply convincing view past the buried structure, our nature lover examined the backup diesel generator ...
... and looking closely at quite accidentally, but prudently grabbed with binoculars, I realized that it was, after all, never a museum.
I'll go, thought the mushroom picker, I quickly otsedov while I was stuffed with lead nuts ... He decided to go round, naive. It goes to itself, it goes, there are no gates, fences, perimeters, barbed wires for you, the civil road winds alongside, the summer residents on their sites stand up their asses ... Suddenly - oops! - again a structure in the middle of the forest.
And clearly from him the world does not blow, and it is freshly painted. And the cables from him are drawn to where our photographer had just run. And that is typical: specifically, some bore provided a concrete channel for the cables, but the diligent corporal decided not to lay the wires in the conal so as not to wear it in peacetime in case of war.
And again: come in, who you want, get in, where you want.
This tourist decided to go the other way, turned to 180 and skipped off. And just began to calm down and forget how you are! - again low-budget perimeter, remains of former power and some kind of brain radiator ...
... in which, upon closer examination, the low-altitude detector was recognized on the aforementioned OLA in the variant with an additional section.
"Howeverooooh!" - thought our hero, looking at the products, standing in orderly rows behind the embankment. - "This is not for you any more antennas fucking. On the approach to this and can shoot, probably."
But shyly and effortlessly stepping over what was supposed to mark the perimeter, coming closer ...
... and looking at the details, he realized: here the guests may not be happy, but they pay no attention to them.
And if so, the onlooker decided, whether to go through the territory and whether to assess the combat readiness of our Russia? After all, can the taxpayer be convinced that he is fully protected for his money from foes like Rust? And he went for a walk.
The servicemen of this unit knew beforehand that not a single saboteur would come to the territory at the weekend (Saturday is holy), and any outsider would be OWN. Therefore, they slept peacefully or went for a beer ...
... giving any citizen of the country who wishes to inspect the launchers of the previous generation air defense complex in several modifications directly in the state of combat duty.
After all, no one would even think about digging into it. No sign "Do not touch your hands!" - here you are completely trusted.
By the way, the people and the army in the Russian Federation are still united: modern military foul up the territory around them with quite civilian crap no worse than civilians. And even better: along the entire perimeter of this current exposition there are trodden paths along which soldiers walk into the forest to throw garbage and shit. Position asshole looks like this.
See the path through the log? He wiped his ass with a leaf, pulled up his leggings, a small step - and you're already at the location of the part!
In general, the number of trails around the perimeter rolls over all reasonable limits, but here - the most trampled. Probably, the view of the 30H6 locator for illumination and guidance contributes to a comfortable bowel movement.
With this positive thought, the mushroom picker ottedova ran in terror ...
Afterword. It may seem that the facts presented are just a fantasy of a writer. Or, say, an isolated case - a rare ugly pimple on the right body of the air defense of the Moscow region. Yes, no, guys, so - almost everywhere. If there are no brakes, then you can pull the levers (here is another position, by the way). And if there is malicious intent, then any competent mushroom picker can make a start. Although, if we assume that there are no pencils in the canisters, then, of course, it is clear ...
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