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In a civilian’s imagination, Rosgvardia troops are the “spacemen” who show up at protests and beat grandmothers. I [too] took part in protests as a serviceman.
I never hit anyone, never pushed anyone, never even touched anyone. But I’m ashamed that I wore the helmet and carried the baton.
When [in 2020] I came to my local military commissariat, I immediately told them I speak foreign languages, have a university degree — a real intellectual, you know. That I have category B and C driver’s licenses — find me a good assignment.
They said: “We need exactly someone like you — good that you have a Russian name and Slavic appearance.” They promised me everything, but when I arrived at the district conscription center, they were only assigning people to the National Guard or the Airborne Forces. I didn’t particularly want the Airborne. I ended up in Rosgvardia.
I served in military unit 6910, in Novocherkassk. It’s a former tank division that took part in the Chechen campaigns. Many of my commanders are men with combat experience.
We were mostly trained in “countering illegal armed formations.” They’d say: “If a situation like Chechnya arises, you’ll be considered professionals.” But in evening conversations, the officers would say that although we’re a well-armed unit, fifteen minutes would be enough to grind us all up.
It’s important to understand how our army works from the inside: our army is no less idiotic than the state itself. [Right now, ] transferring conscripts and draftees is no problem at all. But it’ll be done the usual way — idiotically, crudely. For instance, I don’t understand where they plan to find supplies for all the mobilized.
Right now I’m living in Volgograd, 300 kilometers from the “LPR/DPR.” By every parameter, I qualify for this mobilization. I think turnout at the commissariats will be so low that we’ll end up in the same situation that not long ago existed in the “LPR/DPR” — people grabbed on the street against their will.
I’ve paid my last debt to the Motherland. I don’t owe it anything more. Right now I’m turning over a lot of options in my head. My buddies and I are discussing whether to get in a car and drive to Kazakhstan.
In any case, they won’t take me alive. I’d rather go to prison, but I have no desire to kill anyone or be killed. Military service is one thing, but I’m not enough of a risk-taker or an idiot to go with a weapon into another country’s territory.
I don’t know whether my summons has already arrived. I’m not living at my registered address right now, I’ve taken the SIM card out of my phone, turned off geolocation. I use Telegram to stay in touch with the outside world. Even if it comes, that won’t be a reason for me to visit the commissariat.
