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Dispatches from the "Box": My Ratnik

My name is Alexei, callsign "Granit". Senior Sergeant, contract service. Specialization – assault operations, reconnaissance. I've got more than a few years of service and deployments to various "hot spots" behind me. And for almost all that time, my constant companion has been it – my "Ratnik 3" combat gear set. I want to tell you about it not from the PR brochures, but as it is, from the perspective of a simple soldier for whom it’s like a second skin.
You know, it's a strange feeling when you stop noticing the weight. It's not like those kilograms of armor, sensors, and other kit disappear – no, they're there, on your shoulders, chest, legs. But they become… an extension of you. Like an arm or a leg. I've done so many ops in "Ratnik" that without it, I feel naked, vulnerable.



The first thing you appreciate is the protection. I remember in the North Caucasian region, during a clearing operation in a mountain village, a sniper bullet ricocheted off my chest plate. The impact was so strong I almost couldn't breathe, but I was unharmed. And my buddy walking next to me said then, "Looks like your guardian angel is wearing your 'Ratnik' size today." In those mountains, where every rock could hide an ambush, and shrapnel from IEDs flew everywhere, this "box" proved its worth many times over.

The communication system is your voice and ears in combat. Clear, no interference, even when it’s roaring around you so loud it feels like your eardrums are about to burst. During a peace enforcement operation in a neighboring state, when our column came under heavy mortar fire, it was the coordination through the "Ratniks" that allowed us to quickly get our bearings, suppress the enemy firing positions, and evacuate the wounded. I heard the commander, I heard the guys from the group, every rustle, every warning. Information is half the battle in our line of work. And the "Ratnik" gives me that information. The helmet-mounted display (we call it a "monocle," though it's more like a built-in HMD) shows a map, thermal imager data, and a
command feed. You don’t have to constantly stare at a tablet, distracting yourself from the situation. Everything is right in front of your eyes. It saves precious seconds.



Ergonomics – that’s something I’m especially grateful to the engineers for. Yes, it seems cumbersome at first. But then you get used to it, and you realize that every strap, every buckle is in its place. I recall a peacekeeping mission in an African country, where we had to patrol scorching hot streets and jungles for hours. Of course, it was hellishly hot, but the "Ratnik's" design allowed for reasonably free movement, to quickly take a firing position without feeling like you're encased in knight's armor. Crawling, rolling… Modularity is also a huge plus. Depending on the mission, you can attach additional pouches, a first-aid kit, a canteen, special equipment. Everything is at hand. For desert operations, we used lighter kits; for urban combat, maximum protection.

As for the "active" elements – that’s leaning more towards exoskeletons, but our "Ratnik" has its own tricks. For example, the built-in air filtration system, if we're working in smoke or with the potential use of chemical agents – that helped us a lot during the
clean-up after a man-made disaster at a facility in the North, where all sorts of nasty stuff was in the air. Or the power supply system for all these gadgets. The batteries aren't eternal, of course, but they last long enough for a standard operation with some to spare.

Is it heavy? Yes, if you're standing still and thinking about the weight. But when you're in the thick of it, when adrenaline is pumping, when you need to complete the mission and cover your comrades – you forget about the weight. Whether it's assaulting a fortified area somewhere in the steppe zone on the border or quiet observation work in the forest, you are part of a well-oiled machine, and the "Ratnik" is your indispensable tool. It doesn't make you a superman, it doesn't grant invulnerability. It doesn’t forgive mistakes. But it gives you a chance. A chance to survive, a chance to complete the order, a chance to return home.

Of course, there are downsides. It's, to put it mildly, uncomfortable in the heat. Mobility is still limited compared to light gear. But it's a compromise you make consciously. Because the price of that compromise is your life and the lives of your brothers-in-arms. And it doesn't matter where you are – in the mountains, in the desert, in a ruined city, or in the cold tundra – it's your shield.
So yes, the "Ratnik" isn't just armor. It's my office, my fortress, my loyal partner. And I trust it. It already has so many scratches and marks, and each one could tell its own story. A story of survival. A story of victory. And as long as I'm in service, it will be with me.

Granit, over and out.