The term of mandatory military service in Russia was recently reduced from two years to 12 months, which didn’t noticeably swell the ranks. Conscription remains for many young men a brutal first step in to the world of adulthood. I can’t think the food is up to much either.
In the Putin era, the Guards are brought out of retirement, dusted off, and put to work again for the greater glory of Russia’s new empire: along with double-headed eagles, the Orthodox Church, money, and good old Russian excess.
Three marriage proposals, eight invitations to drink beer, and encouragement to hop in the fountain with men who jump out of parachutes into war zones for a living. I’m having a blast in Gorky Park!
The disturbing fusion of not-the-brightest-men-God-ever-put-on-the-planet, and way too much horsepower, turns driving into a primeval contact sport in Moscow, with its own very specific playbook.