"Nice shooting there, Ruskie." Zhenya heard someone comment from behind him, but he paid it no heed, instead focusing his eyes through the scope of the VKS and on the paper target down the range. He appreciated the down time they were getting, but part of him was still wondering when the next mission would be. The hot meals, proper showers and beds were certainly welcome, but Zhenya had always felt a certain longing for the field. There, he could at least get some shooting done without someone making a comment about every shot. Clenching his jaw, Zhenya pulled the trigger and watched the bullet tear a huge hole in the paper target's chest. "That's one hell of a bullet. You Ruskies sure know how to make 'em." The same person said. As Zhenya cycled the bolt, he was finding it very hard to resist the urge to turn the rifle on the unwanted commentator. Getting up from his station and removing his ear protection and ballistic goggles, he picked up the rifle and walked out of the shooting range before anyone could say anything.
He supposed he did look weird in the USAF airbase in his Russian vest and rifle. He was possibly the only Russian combat personnel on the base, but that didn't bother Zhenya that much. He would have found a US soldier an odd sight back at his home base in Russia, so Zhenya supposed he wasn't one to talk. Glancing up at the sky, Zhenya noticed that it was late in the evening, and he had yet to have his dinner. Although he wasn't feeling very hungry, he didn't want to wait only to feel pangs of hunger late at night. He left his rifle with the personnel at the armory before heading off to the enlisted mess hall. He took his food quietly and without incident before going off to a quiet corner and taking his seat. After all the unwanted commentary on his shooting skills, the silence was very much welcomed.