Prapor
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Was visiting my uncle Viktor, in North Ossetia-Alania.
He is a Cossack, a real one, by blood, not by costume, not a phoney wannabe, like there are many these days. He lives the lifestyle. Has a big house, a wife, 8 children, all boys. And, like many Cossack clans, they have weapons. Lots and lots and lots of weapons.
It took them essentially three rooms worth of floor space, but they finally managed to lay out all their weaponry for me. Amazing. Pics taken with different cameras, by me and others, hence some maybe different size or whatever.
Viktor and three of his sons, Ilya, Vladimir, and Igor patrol around their property
North Caucasus is always a tense, dangerous place. One must always be on one's guard. Frankly, the area they live in was the scene of bloody battles between Cossack and Ossetian militias on one side and Ingush nationalist groups on the other in early to mid 90s. So, shall we say, I do not blame them for stocking up on heat.
He is a Cossack, a real one, by blood, not by costume, not a phoney wannabe, like there are many these days. He lives the lifestyle. Has a big house, a wife, 8 children, all boys. And, like many Cossack clans, they have weapons. Lots and lots and lots of weapons.
It took them essentially three rooms worth of floor space, but they finally managed to lay out all their weaponry for me. Amazing. Pics taken with different cameras, by me and others, hence some maybe different size or whatever.
Viktor and three of his sons, Ilya, Vladimir, and Igor patrol around their property
North Caucasus is always a tense, dangerous place. One must always be on one's guard. Frankly, the area they live in was the scene of bloody battles between Cossack and Ossetian militias on one side and Ingush nationalist groups on the other in early to mid 90s. So, shall we say, I do not blame them for stocking up on heat.