Cheerful shouts were from a pub for the long live of the brand new gunnery sergeant.
Someone's hairy hand helped Vova get out of the ditch.
"Vova! What are you doing here? Come on get out!" It was John Rockefeller.
"Liels paldies!" Vova said taking a breath. "You owe me twenty bucks!"
"I remember! I meant what are you doing in the shithole?" John said giving him twenty bucks. "Sorry about belt, сome with me, I'm just leaving with my company for Iraq, where I'll buy it for you at a gift shop."
They tried to wake Tim, but he clearly said that he would get up in five minutes and fell asleep again.