The Arts of Warfare aren't just about the fights. It's also about everyone that participates in them, including what they do every day outside of combat. What happens when the Panzerkraft girls are let loose in their everyday lives? Very interesting things. What about if the Jägermeistern guys are included as well? Get ready for a lot of tomfoolery. Part of Projekt Jägermeistern.
Aboard the Kiev, Nudelmann entered one of Pravda's Jägermeistern hangars with two bottles of vodka in hand. As he entered, he was able to hear the familiar-to-him sound of someone furiously wrenching on something.
Over at one particular I-16 Type 28, Sasha was predictably the source of the wrenching sounds. He was yet again messing with the Ishak in an attempt to improve it. The engine cowl was removed for the moment, as he had chosen to mess around with the M-63 engine. By now, he had just finished mounting the cylinder heads again, all nine of them.
"Akh!" he grunted as he stopped turning a large torque wrench while atop the I-16. "Man, fucking head bolts…" he cursed as he regained some of his breath and wiped away some sweat.
"Hey, Sasha," Nudelmann calmly called out as he approached. He then lifted up one of his bottles of vodka in offering. "Want one?"
"I'm busy, Nudelmann!" Sasha snapped in response. He then went back to trying to tighten down the bolts for the cylinder heads. "I've got to get these… ublyudki back into their places!" He had grunted out 'ublyudki' while he was turning the wrench with as much force as he could.
Nudelmann shrugged at his response. "Oh, well. Your loss," he replied. He then took one of the bottles and opened it up to drink.
"Aaaaaakh!" Sasha grunted out as he continued his tightening of the head bolts. He finally ended the process and slumped over the Ishak as he regained his breath again. "Man, glad that's over," he managed to get out while regaining his breath. "Head bolts are real suki…"
"You sure you don't want one, Sasha?" Nudelmann asked again. He had downed one of the vodkas, and he was now closer to Sasha as he stood beside the I-16 with the other vodka.
"Yes, I'm sure, Nudelmann," Sasha responded while regaining his breath. He then tiredly got down from the Ishak. "You could have at least come to help!" he tried to snap, but his fatigue didn't make it sound convincing. "You know how hard it is to get all of those head bolts on again! I could have really-!"
He was interrupted when Nudelmann came forth and smashed the empty vodka bottle against his head. Sasha fell back onto the ground in response as he fell unconscious. Unlike previous times when vodka bottles struck his head, this one shattered upon striking Sasha's forehead.
"You really need to get some rest more often," Nudelmann commented as he looked on at Sasha now taking a dirt nap. He then turned over to the I-16. "But I'll admit I am curious as to what you did to the Ishak this time." He then opened his other bottle of vodka and started drinking it.
He momentarily paused his drinking as he looked to Sasha to make another comment. "Also, it's about time you broke one of these with your head. Looks like it just took a little help." He then continued downing his vodka like a true Russian. That is, he finished it off in about ten seconds, and he then smashed the bottle against his forehead and shattered it.
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Part of Projekt Jägermeistern.
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