A tank driving over a bridge and a soldier walking next to it with a machine gun
Macro pistols with a muzzle in the foreground and smoke coming out of it
The knife is lying on a thick book and there is a whiskey with a pipe next to it
Frozen in the ice, the submarine breaks it with its power
My head is like an apple today, and it hurts as if under fire
In obloki, a cornfruit plane flies and leaves a trail behind it