Reservoir Dogs

We took a tram south of the city to the Tondi gun range. I put my five words of Estonian to good use and asked for directions twice and got lots of hand waving in response. We eventually found the range hidden in the basement of an office block behind another office block. There was something reminiscent of a horror movie as we descended the grimy staircase and pushed through filthy metal doors. Once inside we were greeted by the instructor who didn't speak English but he left to get the manager who spoke Estonian, Russian and English. We were accompanied by an Austrian ex-soldier who wanted to try out some big guns for fun. We had a Glock and Baretta with 10 shots each. We had 10 minutes of instruction and then got our hands on the guns. I was worried about recoil and found it hard to keep a good grip after each shot. The carbine was easier with a shoulder mount and fitted sight. Katarina had no trouble with any of it and did better than me on the target. But both of us did better than I expected. I was relieved though when our shots were over and we got to watch the big guns of the Austrian.