AK

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I carefully held the iconic rifle, its weight familiar yet intimidating in my hands, the curved magazine a stark reminder of its devastating power. The cold metal seemed to hum with potential energy, as if it was straining to unleash its fury upon the world. My fingers instinctively wrapped around the grip, feeling the subtle contours and ridges that had been molded by countless users over the years. I raised the rifle to my shoulder, feeling the buttstock settle into place, and peered down the sights, the rear sight a simple notch in the metal, the front sight a small post that seemed to hover above the trigger. The world narrowed to a single point, the rifle becoming an extension of myself as I focused on the target ahead.