The lesser of evils. Adolescence: all or nothing – I won’t settle for anything less
Today is Defender of the Fatherland Day and I will take my cotton patriotic photo album from the dusty shelf.
This is what I looked like in the fall of 1988, before being drafted into the orderly ranks of the Soviet Army
We, conscripts, were invited to the military registration and enlistment office and were given instructions on how to appear at the conscription point. In particular, you need to have a short, but not bald, haircut. Those who came as bald as a billiard ball were threatened with a submarine fleet and three years of service. As a result, inspired by the instructions we received, we friends got together and cut each other’s hair, saving on the cost of a hairdresser. And the funds thus freed were spent on beer. 
This is what happened in the end. By the way, behind my back you can see the light switch I designed. It has a designer green backlight, using a seamless indicator from the factory, and double switching on of one lamp - at full intensity and at half power, using a D226 diode and a smoothing capacitor. 
And this is already in the army, I served for more than a year. I'm in the middle, to the left and right are my army colleagues. One is from Siberia, the other is from Western Ukraine. 
As you can see, I was no stranger to culture - while on leave, I once even went to the Oktyabrsky KZ. I just don’t remember at all what for. The photo was taken on color slide film, which was a fucking luxury at that time. 
The tendency to stay away from the authorities and closer to the place of cooking, or better yet, to lead this process, appeared in me back in those years. In this case, we secretly cook the chicken stolen from the neighboring part on a blowtorch with a special nozzle. A Ukrainian stole it; no one could have done it better than him - he had extensive practice in the village of turning off the heads of chickens. The recipe and cooking were already behind me. As I remember now, it was something like chakhokhbili. 
During my years of service, I also visited Boryspil and Fergana, but I don’t have scanned photos on my computer.
To all men and women who wore and are wearing shoulder straps for the glory of our Motherland - happy Defender of the Fatherland Day, hurray!
#it_was_so_long_ago_that it's_no_sin to_remember #congratulations_fanfix
The lesser of two evils is always chosen
From Latin: De duobus malis minus est semper eligendum (de duobus malis minus est semper eligendum).
From the work “Nicomachean Ethics” by the ancient Greek philosopher Aristotle (384-322 BC): “The lesser of evils must be chosen.”
This expression was repeated by the Roman statesman, orator and writer Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero, 106-43 BC), who in his essay “On Duties” said: “One should not only choose the least of evils, but also extract from themselves is what can be good in them.”
Used: literally. Wed. with the English proverb “You can’t choose between two evils.”
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The lesser of two evils is always chosen
From Latin: De duobus malis minus est semper eligendum (de duobus malis minus est semper eligendum).
From the work “Nicomachean Ethics” by the ancient Greek philosopher Aristotle (384-322 BC): “The lesser of evils must be chosen.”
This expression was repeated by the Roman statesman, orator and writer Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero, 106-43 BC), who in his essay “On Duties” said: “One should not only choose the least of evils, but also extract from themselves is what can be good in them.”
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Deep breath.
Another breath.
I'm almost sorry, but the euphoria has passed, consciousness is slowly returning. I opened my eyes. Twilight. Light comes only from fire. Fireplace. Stone floor. Stone walls. Underneath me is something warming, not soft and not hard, wool. Fur coat or skin. Metallic ringing. Most likely, the links of some kind of heavy chain, stretched lightly across the stone floor.
I'm not alone?
This thought made me stand up sharply and look around. A large stone room, a ceiling with heavy supports, dark, dimly reflecting the glare of the fire, a door without a handle and not a single window. A feeling of imprisonment, prison, fortress. Opposite the fireplace there are two bulky chairs with high backs, all the walls are covered with some kind of frightening pentagrams. In the corner, polished knightly armor stands majestically on guard, behind them is a narrow light door. There is a large table against the wall with a jug and a couple of glasses on it. A strange, terrifying place.
I moved closer to the table. My head is still very dizzy, and my hip and shoulder are a little sore from sleeping for a long time on a fairly hard surface, but this is nothing compared to the panic that has overwhelmed my soul.
There is nothing suitable on the table... But, actually, what am I looking for? Possibly a weapon.
Again the metallic sound. God!
I definitely need a weapon! But not a knife, not even a fork, nothing! Take a deep breath, exhale... Again and again - inhale, exhale.
The decision to face the danger head-on suppressed the cowardly urge to hide under the heavy wooden table. My bravery often bordered on stupidity. What can you do, I’ve always been like this and I don’t intend to change now.
Hello, - I tried to clarify the situation, but it didn’t turn out very convincing. Instead of the desired firm greeting, I was able to squeeze out only something vaguely similar to the squeak of a chamber.
Is anybody here?
Silence, only the crackling fire in the fireplace.
Hey! - I screamed, trying not to think about the fact that I might look stupid.
Again no answer.
I carefully approached the chairs. A man was sitting in one of them. A blue shirt, dark dress trousers and expensive-looking shoes on feet stretched out towards the fire evoked respect for their owner.
I took another step. Very slow and quiet.
The stranger's face is still in shadow, but his chest rises and falls slowly, like that of a sleeping person. The man calmly moved his hand to the armrest. An elegant man's brush stopped on the wooden carving, creating a bright contrast between the light skin of his hands, the dark wood of the chair and the gold of the watch on his wrist.
Now the face of the man sitting in the chair is clearly visible. The fire danced in soft reflections on his fair skin. Slightly curly strands of dark hair enveloped the young man’s head, almost completely hiding his neck under its long length. Black eyebrows with a predatory spread emphasized the high forehead, the eyes were closed, long thick eyelashes cast a soft shadow over the cheeks. Tightly compressed, purely masculine lips, a strong-willed, not heavy chin. Offhand, the man is about thirty years old, no more.
And he is handsome, or more precisely, dangerously handsome. Eh, if only I were seven years younger... I sighed sadly and took a closer look at the stranger. His whole appearance now expressed peace. Eyes still closed. Perhaps he is sleeping?
“Alex, it’s not good to stare at people, even if they don’t see it!” I scolded myself, internally imitating the intonation of a strict aunt.
Hey Mr! - I mustered up courage and called out to the sleeping man.
The man opened his eyes and his indifferent dark blue gaze focused on me. I stepped back, feeling an unpleasant itch in the pit of my stomach, and couldn’t find anything better to do than introduce myself loudly and solemnly.
“My name is Alexandra,” I proclaimed without a hint of the fear that shackled my heart with an icy crust.
The man looked at my face with complete indifference and closed his eyes again.
And what does it mean?
I'm turning to you! - I got angry. - Can you hear me?
Yes,” the stranger answered monotonously.
AND? Your name? - I continued to insist.
“Lex Wart,” the blue-eyed representative of the stronger sex condescended to answer.
Hmm, what a boor! Or has he, like me, not yet come to his senses? By the way, where am I and how did I get here? The last thing I remember was a chemistry lesson in the auditorium of the main building of the medical university. Morphine... It was the main topic of laboratory work. Then my memory refuses to give out any additional information until the moment of waking up in this strange place.
The man was silent, looking at the fire in the fireplace. He didn’t seem to notice me and I decided to do the same with him: I turned away and went to the door. As I noticed initially, there is no handle. I tried to push or pull, but the hulk wouldn’t budge. A massive, probably very thick, metal door ten by ten feet around the perimeter is too strong even for a bulldozer.
It’s clear, that is, nothing is clear. Lex? - I returned to the chairs, the man did not move and did not look at me. His apathy was baffling. Why is he so calm? - Lex, how are you feeling?
“Vart,” he corrected displeasedly, but still answered the question, “disgusting.”
I ignored his arrogance and continued questioning:
Do you know where we are?
And where is? - Am I going to have to pull out every word with pliers?
Under Healdwell Castle.
Already something. I wish I knew where exactly this castle is located!
This is suspected to be a kidnapping. I don't know the motives.
Kidnapping? But... why?.. Oh, yes, ransom, of course.
Wart raised his eyes to me, now they expressed mockery.
I doubt.
How's that? And what are your guesses?
“I said that I don’t know the motives, but it’s unlikely that money is involved,” his voice sounded tired and painful.
How long have you been here? Were you kidnapped too? - I asked, narrowing my eyes and looking suspiciously at the stranger.
You can say so,” the handsome man grinned mockingly and, looking at his watch, answered the first question, “about twelve o’clock.”
About two.
The tone and taciturnity of my cellmate were not conducive to small talk, but as long as he answers my questions, I will ask them.
Do you remember how you got here?
Once again there was no answer and I tried again, asking a more important question:
How do you know we're under Heldwell Castle?
Wart again did not answer, only sighed heavily and closed his eyes tiredly. His excessive pallor gave rise to disturbing thoughts, pushing my growing irritation into the background.
Can I help you? - I asked with sincere sympathy, trying not to focus on the painfully gray circles under his eyes.