Messages from Borodulin’s PDA

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3/20 [20:55]
Roosevelt: I’ve got just the job for you, Colonel. I need to whip my new recruits into shape. Smart kids, but shitty shooters.
Borodulin: Training your rabble up to Duty standards? Not my cup of tea.
Roosevelt: Tea? More like vodka, huh?
Borodulin: Fuck off. I’m laying off the booze.
Roosevelt: We’ll see about that… 3/26 [15:47]
Roosevelt: It’s a date, then? I’ve got an interesting piece to show you, by the way. Zulu brought it over from our old stash. Swing by the shooting range with my guys and check it out.
Borodulin: So Zulu’s riding high, huh? Don’t forget to remind him about that Rostok delivery. He’s only getting cozy at the Cement Factory because I chose not to spill the beans to the Ward or Voronin about what went down with his Freedom guards. You can shove your “interesting piece” where Zulu won’t enjoy it. Along with your goons. 4/02 [17:20]
Borodulin: Sorry, got carried away for a moment there. All right, I’ll show your boys a couple of Duty moves.
Roosevelt: Deal. You’ve got the shooting range tomorrow. Just don’t leave a bunch of empty bottles there. We’ve got plenty of targets already.
Borodulin: I told you, I’m laying off the booze. 4/04 [09:32]
Roosevelt: Borodulin, you bald sack of shit! What the hell did you do at the shooting range yesterday?! My medic had to yank bullets and glass out of my boys till his pliers snapped!
Borodulin: I told you, those clowns can’t hit the broad side of a barn.
Roosevelt: Clowns? You were sloshed! That’s it – no more allowance for you. You’ll spend it all on booze anyway.
Borodulin: Fuck you! Think you’re the next Voronin, huh? Still pretending to be a big shot in Duty? You’re nobody to him!