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I’m just here to chew bubblegum and throw some grenades. And I forgot my bubblegum, but no problem, because I’ll never run out of grenades.
I made a Rambo comparison, but you’re right, this guy is the Soviet cousin to Burt Gummer.
When dealing with Nazis, you can never have enough grenades.
Hey, we’ve got the same EDC! Twinsies!
Needs more grenades of more varieties
You know how it is - never want to run into that one enemy type you didn’t prepare for!
(checking notes): “This guy is vulnerable to explosive damage!” (pulls the pin)
He’s gonna have a hard time fitting those boolets into his ppsh
He’s probably got another rifle in his other hand just out of frame.
Shhh get outta here with that logic!
PPSh-41 on the left. It really just folds open and there’s the bolt on a spring. The drum mag is still better in theory than in practice.
Those are some very American pineapple grenades amid the variety of potato-mashers.
I admit no ability to identify the two revolvers that Sergei Ramboski has tucked into his bandolier.
Might they be F1 grenades?
I don’t have a good eye for firearms in general, but I would guess a Nagant M1895 just by like, probability/availability. Also I think that’s a loading gate on the side of it, which would be unusual in other revolvers of this period.
In the morning light of sobriety I only regret that I didn’t call him Ivan, as distant equivalent to John.
Good spot on the F1s. Like a Mk 2 with a stovepipe hat. We lost some aura once grenades became plastic bottles full of semtex and concertina wire.
