That's what happens when the CO has to stay with the barrier troops because the mobiks would kill him on sight once they were armed.

Source? Hard to read in this form.

https://novayagazeta-eu.translate.goog/articles/2026/05/08/prishlos-nam-poluchaetsia-ubit-seniu?_x_tr_sl=sl&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=en-US&_x_tr_pto=wapp

Then Shah started screaming that he wasn't afraid of anything, and started firing his machine gun at the walls, through the window—it just blew his head off. I didn't like that at all, so I got out and went into my house, and Kit and Shmel were with me. And we kept hearing gunfire from that house.

Then Senya and Shah came back to our house—the two of them, with a bottle. Shah started revving the engine at Shmel and arguing [over the radio] with what appeared to be our commander, call sign "Kometa," spouting nonsense: "I'm sitting under a tree! I'll find you!" Then he started arguing with Kit, and that's it—Senya kills this Shah.

And then, it turns out, drunk Senya kills Kit. He was sitting on a chair, begging, "Don't!" and a delirious Senya was shoving a machine gun at Shmel, trying to get him to kill him. And then he shot him himself. What a fucking mess!

So, it turns out we had to kill Senya. Well, to stop him from threatening us, from pointing his gun at us—he just started shooting at the walls in a drunken stupor.

"I killed him with a machine gun while he was sleeping. Shmel thought he was shooting at the window again, and I went up to him and said, 'Give me another clip, I'll finish him off!' We were really mad at him for saying that to us. But Shmel didn't give me the clip, he said, 'He's already dead!' That was it, we dragged him into the next room and locked ourselves in the basement and sat there quietly for two weeks. There was food there, the radio was working, and we only came out when they sent us packages. By then, we'd scavenged some drone batteries—the round ones—from the broken drones from previous deliveries and made a charger for the radio.

There was no water, but there was wine. In this basement under the second section of the house, we found five large bottles, probably 50 liters each—that's how big they were ( shows ), just enormous containers. Homemade, 13 degrees.

Thanks. Untranslated link for anyone interested; https://novayagazeta.eu/articles/2026/05/08/prishlos-nam-poluchaetsia-ubit-seniu

The bit about drone batteries really changes my perceived setting. I was thinking world war 2 or something similar.