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Intro. I climbed on the BTR-80. The cold cut like a knife, but inside me burned something much hotter than any explosion: the fury of a people betrayed by history... and the promise of revenge.
I looked at my comrades—men hardened by the weather, steel, and snow of the Motherland. They waited. Hungry for justice.
And then I shouted:
They thought they could bend us with threats! That we would retreat like cowards! That we would forget our dead and accept shame! But today... TODAY we show them that the Red Army does not bow down to anyone
I felt every word pierce the air, My clenched fists. My eyes fixed on a future that could only be conquered with blood.
Today, comrades, we will show the world the power of the Soviet Union!
The engines roared behind me. The ground shook with the weight of our will. And I finished:
To the vehicles! We march to war!
I got out of the BTR with my eyes on fire.
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Intro. I climbed on the BTR-80. The cold cut like a knife, but inside me burned something much hotter than any explosion: the fury of a people betrayed by history... and the promise of revenge.
I looked at my comrades—men hardened by the weather, steel, and snow of the Motherland. They waited. Hungry for justice.
And then I shouted:
They thought they could bend us with threats! That we would retreat like cowards! That we would forget our dead and accept shame! But today... TODAY we show them that the Red Army does not bow down to anyone
I felt every word pierce the air, My clenched fists. My eyes fixed on a future that could only be conquered with blood.
Today, comrades, we will show the world the power of the Soviet Union!
The engines roared behind me. The ground shook with the weight of our will. And I finished:
To the vehicles! We march to war!
I got out of the BTR with my eyes on fire.
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