Troop: We arrived to the bridge. Under it there were all kinds of dead bodies. Our guys, civilians, Ukrainians...
We run across to take our positions. We were told to kill all those ukrainian cocksuckers along the way.
There I was together with one guy. I started thinking, fuck, maybe I should try slicing someone's throat? I was thinking, thinking, thinking, and eventually did it. The guy that was with me did it too. I felt sick.
Wife: Did you really slice someone's throat?
Troop: Yeah. That was at the very beginning. 3rd or 4th day of the party.
Wife: Tell me, you did it just because you felt like it? Instead of just killing the guy, you decide to torture him?
Troop: I didn't torture him, I just cut his throat. I thought to myself- when else will I get a chance to do it?
Wife laughs: Fuck, why do you have such messed up fantasies?
Troop: Don't tell anybody.