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In the heart of the barracks, a Russian soldier stands tall, his uniform crisp, a beacon of discipline. Yet, beneath the stern facade, a hunger burns. He's alone, the other recruits asleep, the night silent save for the distant hum of insects. He unbuttons his jacket, revealing a broad chest, then unbuckles his belt, letting his pants drop. His cock, already hard, stands at attention, a testament to his arousal. He grips it, the sensation of his rough hand on his smooth skin sending a jolt through him. He imagines the power he holds, the dominance, as he jerks off, his grunts echoing in the empty room. He comes with a shudder, his cum coating his fingers, a secret, shameful pleasure in the midst of his rigid military life.