Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160111005103/@comment-5543592-20160112172804

The Sergeant looked up at Markov from the cigar he had been smoking, which was probably a terrible idea on a space station.

"Congradulations, comrade!  You're getting a once in a lifetime chance to die for your nation!" He walked over to a crate, and popped it open. From inside he removed a Kalashnikov rifle, some empty magazines for the said rifle, a belt of grenades, and a duffel bag.

He dropped those all in a pile at Katerina's feet.

"Combat armor, utility knife, and pistol with spare are in the bag.  Go and kill some western scum for me, private." Rzekin said, before going off to smoke again.