[EST]
Kujuta ette, et on üks kultuurne nõukogude sõdur Vova. Jaa-jaa, ma tean, kultuurne ja nõukogude ja sõdur kõik ühes lauses. Aga see selleks. Igatahes. Vova just saadeti siia Raadi lennuväljale. Mitme tunnine sõit auto kastis on seljataga. Nagu ikka sellistel sõitudel, tuli ka Voval jube number kahe häda peale. Vova on kultuurne, mäletad. Ei taha ta mitte kohe põõsasse hüpata, et seal siis nõgestega tagumikku pühkida. Vova tahab rahus korralikus kemmergus istuda, sirvida ajakirja Nõukogude Kiisu ning inimese kombel number kahte toimeteda.
Nullist algab Vova seiklusterohke kemmergu otsimine. Tugevat vaimu number kahe kinni hoidmisel ning edu!
[ENG]
Imagine there is a cultured Soviet soldier called Vova. Yes-yes, I know, cultured and Soviet and a soldier all in one sentence. But let it be. Anyway. Vova was just sent to Raadi Airport. A several-hour drive in the back of a truck is behind him. As always on such trips, Vova got an urgent need for taking number two. Vova is cultured, remember. He doesn't want to jump into the bush right now to sweep his ass with nettles. Vova wants to sit in peace in a good outhouse, browse the magazine Soviet Kitty and do number two as a decent human being.
The adventurous search for outhouse starts from ground zero. Have a strong will in holding back number two and good luck!