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deadly with a Dragunov sniper rifle. “I knew your brother. You are better than he was.”
    Gorodetski nodded. He did not know how to take this comment. His brother too had been a Spetsnaz officer but he had been killed in Afghanistan. The colonel continued, “You have made your family very proud and upheld your brother’s name. But you can do so much more. Will you not reconsider your decision?” He did not like to plead but damn it; this man was one of the best he had ever seen.
    Gorodetski shook his head slowly. “I have made my decision, comrade colonel. I am sorry.”
    “A Spetsnaz officer should never be sorry.” The colonel held out his hand and the major passed him a pen. He cast one more stare at the young officer before signing the form and then marking it with the official stamp. All three men stood. The colonel handed Gorodetski the papers. Gorodetski saluted and left the room.
    “Fool,” muttered the major.
    “Exactly the opposite,” replied the colonel.
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    Horley Community College , Horley , UK
     
    “My dad says all French are poofs,” Danny Butterworth stated to the class of fifteen year olds.
    “Sam knows French, don’t ya Sam!” added his comedy partner Dale Small.
    Samantha was busy reapplying eyeliner and did not look up from her mirror. “ Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ?”
    “Everyone has, you slapper!” Dale shouted.
    At the front of the class Arnaud took a deep breath. “That is enough!” He slammed the French textbook on the desk and glared at the offending class members. “I have asked for silence and I will not ask again!” A hand went up at the back of the class. “Yes. Danny?”
    “Which page we on, mister?” Danny replied with a cherubic expression.
    Arnaud paused and inwardly sighed before answering: “Page sixty-nine. Le Week End .”
    There were sniggers around the room. “That’s when Sam does her French sir, at the weekend,” shouted Danny across the classroom.
    “Twat!” Sam put down her compact and raised her middle finger.
    “Stand up.”
    There was a pause and Sam, a heavily made up girl with bleach blonde streaked hair, stood up. Arnaud looked her in the eye she held his gaze. “Whot?”
    “What do you mean ‘whot’! I will not tolerate that kind of language in my French class!”
    “But it is French, mister,” shouted Dale
    “And she is a slapper sir!” added Danny.
    Sam threw her textbook at the two boys. “Wankers!”
    “Get out. Just get out.” Arnaud was turning red. Unbelievable, unbelievable.
    Making as a much noise as possible Sam pushed her table away, scooped up her bag and left the room. Slamming the door she added, “I am twatting going!”
    Danny and Dale looked at each other, Danny raising his right fist and Dale hitting it with his own. They were enjoying this, their weekly game of wind up the ‘gay teacher’ made all the better if they could also piss off Sam Reynolds. Danny leant back in his chair and put his feet up on the table, Dale opened a can of coke. Arnaud, facing the white board, was oblivious to this and continued to calm his breathing, writing the page number, date and title in his neatest handwriting. He would report this behaviour once the lesson was over; Sam was already on report and would get internally excluded for her outburst. Behind him the noise level in the class started to grow, he was about to turn around again and give them another telling off when suddenly it stopped.
    “Put your feet on the floor and you, put that can in the bin.” The man at the door looked at Arnaud, a stern expression on his face. “Let me know the names of the ones who will be picking up litter at lunch time.”
    Arnaud returned with an equally stern face of his own. “Will do, Mr Middleton.”
    Middleton nodded, glowered again at Danny and Dale and shut the door. Outside he could be heard shouting. Arnaud let out a sigh, sat at his desk and opened his book.
    “ Le weekend . Can anyone tell me what that means in