They arrived as a summer's heavy rain: at first, single drops started falling, and in a minute's time it was raining buckets. The word “mobilisation” became the most mentioned one in the streets of Kazakhstan's Oral just a few hours after Putin's address to the nation. The cause was obvious: the newly arrived groups of 4 or 5 young Russian men with backpacks and trolley bags literally everywhere. There were few of them several hours after Putin's address, but hundreds arrived in the morning, and thousands of Russians were roaming the city by noon.
22 September
My 16-year-old daughter has a summer job as a waitress in a food spot here in Oral. The day after Vladimir Putin had announced mobilisation, she received a phone call from her manager who asked her to turn up to work as soon as possible.
“Why so urgent? Is someone ill and couldn’t come into work?” my daughter asked.
“No, it's just that there are so many Russians here since morning. The place is packed, and we need more waiters,” the manager explained.
As we arrived, we saw that there was not a single table available, which is a common thing to happen in a round-the-clock food spot. The unusual thing was that the place was packed with guys only, and all of them were Russians. Most of them had trimmed beards and wore glasses, many wore shorts, too. It was exceptionally quiet down there; the men were scrolling their phones and looked troubled. There were all sorts of backpacks, coffers, and bags next to each table; and only two waiters were running around in haste.
“Bloody hell!” my daughter said and rushed to the changing room.
Another huge crowd of young Russian lads gathered near a phone company's office just across the street, although it was an early hour: 9 and something in the morning. Same as the guys at the food spot, they looked concerned and couldn't stop scrolling through their phones.
I approached a group of three lads, one of them looked like a teenager. It turned out he was actually 28 years old and came here from the Moscow region.
“Hey there! Are you from Russia? You guys are here to buy a local SIM-card, right?” I asked them.
“Yes,” replied one of the guys. He was tall, had curly hair, and wore shorts and a yellow coat. It appeared that he answered both of my questions with just one word.
“Do you know that after you get a customer phone number you need to register it with the local authorities?” I asked them.
“Could you help us with that?” they replied, perking up.