Two deadly words

We captured a Russian paratrooper (not from Pskov, but he also got lost).

They are in a car. Two of our 300th unit members and the prisoner. He is also wounded, in the chest, but not critically. They bandaged him, started an IV drip, and a doctor is attending to him.

The guys tell the prisoner: «Ну вот хрена ты сюда поперся? Ты же видишь, мы не садисты не пытаем. Тут ни фашистов, ни бандеровцев. Лермонтова, Пушкина» (So why did you come here? You can see we are not sadists, we do not torture. There are no fascists or Bandera followers here. Lermontov, Pushkin) тебе наизусть рассказа» (we can recite to you by heart)ть можем. Мы вот свою землю защищаем. Вот прописка наша. А ты тут заче» (We are defending our own land. Here is our registration. And what are you doing here?)м? Сидел бы себе дома, нет, поперся…» (You should have stayed home, but no, you had to come...)

«А куда мы едем?» (Where are we going?)

«В больничку едем. Мы лечиться, а тебя сначала ГУР допрашивать будет» (We are going to the hospital. We are getting treated, and the GUR will interrogate you first).

«Да, хлопцы, дурак я, наслушался, обманули, заблудился. А вы из какого подразделения?» (Yes, guys, I am a fool, I listened, I was deceived, I got lost. And what unit are you from?)

The guys, without any ulterior motive, reply to him: «Мы? Да мы – Правый Сектор» (Us? Well, we are the Right Sector).

He died on the spot.