Price: *observing How Nikolai Speaks, Easily Switching From English To Arabic, While Making Occasional

Price: *observing how Nikolai speaks, easily switching from English to Arabic, while making occasional jokes in Russian*

Price: I didn't know I'm shagging a Google Translator

Soap: Cap-... Nevermind

Gaz is cool dancer, and Nikolai has an amazing singing voice (he sang in a church chorus as a kid)

Do you agree people?

Dos Vaqueros|Late bloomer| Alerudy

Unlike Alejandro, Rodolfo took a little longer to "blossom"… In every sense.

"Honestly, I miss your round face, brother."

"Ugh, you're too sweet sometimes, Alejandro."

Alejandro grins, stretched out on a hard chair that should have been replaced by now, but all hands do not reach. Rodolfo rustles the folders in his desk, looking for something. A monotonous street hum pours out of the window

"I'll say my thanks to Auntie Parra, she turned out to have a pretty son."

Rodolfo freezes for a second, straightens up, rests his palms on the table and turns his head towards his colleague

"What was that about?" Rodolfo grumbles, arching his eyebrows expressively. Alejandro snorts at this and gets up from his chair, stepping closer to the sergeant major, puts one palm on the table in front of them, and puts the other on Rodolfo's lower back, diving under the dark fabric of a loose tee, tracing circles on the skin with his fingers. Rodolfo feels goosebumps running down his arms and squints at the grinning Alejandro, who has buried his forehead in his shoulder.

"I was fat, boring and afraid of everyone and everything." Rodolfo mutters, trying not to move at all, Alejandro hums low at his words, pushing his forearm with his forehead.

"You were kind, helpful and honest with yourself and with others. Our childhood memories are a bit different"

Rodolfo snorts softly with a light, warm half-smile on his lips, turning in the hands of his colonel, the hand on his coccyx naturally slides to the side, tickling the skin with the pads of his fingers.

"And then, two years later than the others, your voice changed, your cheeks retracted and thar cute baby chubbyness disappeared. If you and I hadn't lived so close, I definitely wouldn't have recognized you." —Alejandro continues to wander through the labyrinths of his own memories. "Only your gaze stayed the same, but it has been with you since you were ten years old."

Rodolfo nods slightly and reaches closer, Alejandro does not interfere, only bends his neck to the side so that Rodolfo has somewhere to hide his slowly blushing face.

"Tell me something I don't know about." Rodolfo grinned at the proffered shoulder.

"Well, I'm sure you haven't been able to learn how to kiss properly since I dragged you to that brothel."

Rodolfo pulls away from his neck and looks at the slyly narrowed face.

"Do you want to check it out?" Rodolfo laughs, ruffling Alejandro's curles, as he rested his head on Rudy's shoulder.

"Do you have something to surprise me with?" Alejandro looked up at him, there are sparks of some very cunning plan in them. Rodolfo shakes his head, leans closer and presses his forehead to Alejandro's, squinting once again.

"Don't take me lightly, it never ended well."

"You're thinking it over, Sergeant," Alejandro retorts. "I didn't say anything like that."

Rodolfo sighs heavily as Alejandro moves a little, now pressing his temples and cheeks together. Rodolfo's hand snakes up onto the back of colonel's neck, a moment before they hear the sound of approaching footsteps in the hallway. They bounce off each other as if scalded, Rodolfo jumps to the window and freezes in this position, his red cheeks will not be visible from the entrance. Alejandro hisses, stumbles, swears, bangs his knee on the table but takes his place on the chair. Corporal Ramirez rushes into the room.

"Diego, what the fuck, why don't you knock?" Alejandro hisses at him, Rodolfo suppresses laughter, slightly twitching his shoulders.

Ghost, hands Johnny a tea: Here, this’ll sort ya out.

Soap: I swear you fuckin’ Brits think tea’ll fix anything.

Rudy, confused: You’re both British, no?

Alejandro, kicks Rudy under the table.  Whispers: Now you’ve done it… 

Soap, sipping tea: I identify as Scottish.

Ghost: You can identify as a fuckin’ tree, mate. But it don’t change nothin’ Scotland’s part of Britain…you’re British.

Soap: Geographically, aye. But that’s no’ the point! 

Ghost: You know, none of the Welsh or Irish boys make as much noise about it as you…

Soap: This doesny concern them!

Rudy, to Gaz: Are they going to fight… Did I miss something?

Gaz, who’s been sitting quiet: Nah mate, this is foreplay for them…I’m just glad my room’s not next to theirs… 

Some Soap Headcanons/Thoughts from a Scottish person? 👇🏼

“Fuckin’ Brits!” 

I’ve seen a lot of folks mention how odd it was, and that the writers have somehow forgotten about Scotland being a part of Britain.

Some folks have suggested that maybe this was just an attempt of them writing Soap as a Nationalist only to be countered with comments that he would have said “Fuckin’ English.” Because Scotland is still a part of Great Britain.

Keep in mind that “British” is often used as a generalisation by many for those living in the UK, so anyone who is strongly against the Union may refuse to associate themselves with it and strongly emphasise by affirming their  “I’m Scottish.”

Whatever Soap’s political views on the treaty of Union, signed all the way back on the 1st May 1707, matter not, because it’s purely banter. The Scots and English have history, and they’re playing with it (Especially when you consider Ghost's whole “Speak English.” stuff.)

As a Scottish person, who’s man was als born here, but his family are English, I often take the piss about his heritage…some of us are just like that, okay? 🤣

Soap’s accent.

I’ve seen it come up again and again in comments that Soap’s accent changes, and sometimes his Scottish accent seems forced…that his VA is clearly not a native, unlike Captain MacTavish’s…

Besides the fact that his VA is actually Scottish, Soap travels the world, he works closely with folks from all over, so it is no surprise to me that his accent is going to dip and change from time to time.

And the times where he’s “forcing it” in "Alone", “Awa and Bile yer heid!” “It’s pishin’ it doon oot here.” c’mon now, he’s purposely trying to goad Ghost! 🤣 

I worked in tourism, my colleagues came from all over. I’ve grown up with American TV shows and video games. And you bet I hear an accent and have to mimic it! When folk ask me where I’m from, it’s like a default to emphasise my accent as much as possible… oh and angry and drunk… tends to rev up the accent a little more too 👀

Basically the accent is Scottish… with extra seasoning 🤣

‼️PLEASE SAVE THE WOMEN OF KAZAKHSTAN‼️

I don't have enough education or knowledge of English to fully share everything that is happening in Kazakhstan now, but I ask you, read this post, reblog it, make what is happening in my country known.

I can't stand it anymore.

I'm scared to live in this country, knowing and understanding that no one will protect me.

"The Khabar TV channel invited a woman who had suffered violence to a talk show and brought the aggressor into the studio without her consent."

They wanted to compare a woman with her tyrant husband, an alcoholic who beat her and her children. It was shown on national television.

"The girl pushed him to it."

the son of the district akim(head of local executive body of government) broke a schoolgirl’s nose in Pavlodar, and a deputy of the local maslikhat(local representative body in the Republic of Kazakhstan) defended him.

Appeal in the case of the death of four-year-old Aykorkem: the shooting soldier was sentenced to seven years

In November last year, the court of first instance acquitted Arman Zhuman due to the absence of a criminal offense in his act. The press service of the Supreme Court of the Republic of Kazakhstan noted that the criminal case was reviewed in a closed court session and classified as “secret”.

Cut with a stationery knife: the case of a man’s attack on his ex-girlfriend was brought to court in Taldykorgan

“The Specialized Interdistrict Court for Criminal Cases of the Zhetysu Region is processing a case on charges of hooliganism and attempted murder with hooligan motives,” said the official representative of the Zhetysu Regional Court Nursultan Orynbasarov. He added that the main trial in the case is scheduled for 10:00 on March 29.

On October 27, in one of the trading houses of Taldykorgan, a 28-year-old girl was attacked by her ex-partner. Surveillance camera footage shows how the man knocked the victim to the ground, and then attacked her and began to choke her. Then he began stabbing the girl’s neck with a utility knife.

Resident of Pavlodar, nine months pregnant, was brutally beaten by her husband's relative. The man was under the influence of drugs

The head of the neurosurgery department of hospital No. 1 of Pavlodar, Dauren Safiulla, said that the victim was admitted to them on February 12. She had a penetrating traumatic brain injury, a comminuted fracture of the skull, and a concussion of the brain. In addition, due to placental abruption due to injury, the fetus died in the womb.

To save the woman’s life, doctors simultaneously performed two operations: neurosurgeons removed fragments of depressed skull bones and a hematoma in the open brain, and obstetricians-gynecologists performed a cesarean section. The victim spent a long time recovering in intensive care and is now in the neurosurgery department. According to doctors, she faces a long rehabilitation process.

“There was no opportunity to tell my story”

Bishimbayev did not admit guilt in the murder of Saltanat Nukenova

On November 9, it became known about the detention of ex-Minister of National Economy Kuandyk Bishimbayev. It was reported that on the evening of November 8, a quarrel between visitors occurred in one of the restaurants in Astana, as a result of which a woman died from her injuries. The deceased turned out to be Bishimbayev's wife, a native of Pavlodar, Saltanat Nukenova. He himself was detained on the same day on suspicion of murder. On November 11, Saltanat was seen off on his last journey in his hometown. Saltanat tried to get away from Bishimbayev and called him a tyrant - Samal Nukenova.

Judge Aizhan Kulbaeva explained to Bishimbayeva. that he is charged with “inflicting physical and mental suffering through systematic beatings or other violent acts committed against a person who is financially dependent on the perpetrator”, that is, a crime under paragraph 1 of part 2 of article 110 of the Criminal Code of the Republic of Kazakhstan “Torture”.

“I would like to say, Your Honor, that I did not even have the opportunity to tell my story at the pre-trial investigation, or anywhere at all. Everything that was read by the prosecutor is largely fabrication, for which there is no confirmation or evidence. Therefore, I say again: under Article 110, such a crime has never been committed on my part, I do not admit guilt,” Bishimbayev said.

As for the charge under Part 2, Point 5, Article 99 of the Criminal Code of the Republic of Kazakhstan “Murder,” the defendant stated that he “did not intentionally kill a person with particular cruelty.”

“He’ll just kill you”:

Saltanat Nukenova’s brother showed her photo with signs of beating in court. And he talked about trying to take his sister away from Bishimbayev.

I am showing these photos so that everyone understands the cause-and-effect relationship of the following events, which occurred on March 20. I received these photos from Saltanat, she sent them to me around 10 pm. I arrived home after the event at one in the morning and then I saw them. I received these photographs, which clearly show bruises from beatings, and, in my personal opinion, these were multiple blows to the face, targeted, with a fist. Of course, I was afraid for Saltanat, for her condition. She sent me photos, wrote something, but my first reaction was to call her. I called her, it was already one in the morning, she didn’t pick up the phone. I started to worry, so I called Kuandyk. He replied. I asked him what was happening, why am I receiving such photos, what happened? To which he answered me: come home, we’ll talk. Let's meet in front of the house and discuss everything. I drove up to the house, waited in front of the entrance, Kuandyk was not there, and then I proceeded directly to the house. He went up to the fifth floor, knocked on the door, and his daughter Rania from his second marriage opened it. Since she knew me and we were on good terms, she opened up to me. I asked her where Saltanat was, to which she told me that she didn’t know. We started walking through all the rooms in the apartment, except for Rania, I didn’t see or find anyone at that time.

Then I called Kuandyk and asked where he was. He said he would get up now. It was already closer to two o'clock in the morning, he went up to the apartment, the girl went into her room. We started having a quarrel, I asked where Saltanat was, to which he replied that he didn’t know. I said: how do you not know, you are her husband, you live together, if you know, who can know where she is? He simply said that he did not know that this was their family and that it did not concern me. To which I replied: regardless of whether [Saltanat] got married or not, she continues to be my younger sister, and this concerns me in any case. He tried to lead me out of the apartment by the hand, at that moment I pushed him away, and a fight broke out between us. Then we calmed down, and I said that I would send these photographs to his mother and ask her where Saltanat was if he did not answer me. At that moment, according to the locator, Saltanat’s phone was located somewhere in the same building. I called his mother and said that her son had beaten Saltanat, and I wanted to pick her up, but I couldn’t find her. She was not at all surprised by this fact and said that Saltanat had the keys to the apartment on the third floor; Kuandyk’s parents were somewhere in Almaty or Shymkent at that moment; perhaps she was there. I went down to the third floor, I knocked on the door, she didn’t answer the phone. At that moment I began to worry about Saltanat, I thought that perhaps she could have died from these blows, I thought that she felt bad, that her loved one had betrayed her. I called the police and said that my sister’s husband had beaten her, that I needed help, and that they opened the door of the apartment where my sister was, because I didn’t know what was happening and I was worried about her. Then somehow I managed to break the door handle and a hole appeared there. Saltanat heard and opened the door.

All those bruises that are in these photographs - they were there, but they had already become a little brownish. That is, the photographs were taken about a week before they were sent to me. I told her: pack your things, we’re leaving, let’s go home, you don’t need all this, get ready. She said that she would figure it out on her own, that she was an adult and independent, that this was her life, this was her marriage, yes, not ideal, but she would try to preserve it and she loved Kuandyk. To which I answered her: you understand that you are a little stronger, and with such blows he will simply kill you. She said she wanted to stay and that I should go home. I listened to her.

This is a small part of what is happening in Kazakhstan. People are dying, but no one is saving them. Prices are increasing, but people are not getting richer. The whole country is drowning in violence and corruption.

If what is happening in the Republic of Kazakhstan becomes known and causes outrage throughout the world, maybe something will change.

All information is from independent media "Batyr Jamal" on Instagram.

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