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We reached the office area and began mopping
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fight.
attack slowed down.
It began to pound our
They naively think that they are actually fighting for their own
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everything else is intact.
five minutes we'll try to carry our Chief out.
against each other.
young cadet Slava Mironov had my experience! Now, when I meet a girl younger
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here.
years, come on in.
We did not send your beloved there.
We'll be shitting
was left of the head.
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like in close combat.
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to us for a while, against himself.
At all times only one goal in mind - survive, complete the
something and placed the IDs in one of his flank jacket inner pockets,
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brigade, although, at his job, pedant and perfectionist.
feet, one by one, with your assault rifle.
No way, general, we'll tear up anybody for our commander if he only
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Bombs, five hundred kilos of metal and explosives each, are
Those were our planes.
I was lucky to spot a small group of the enemy from behind.
the cognac.
Semeon
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Here it is, littered with
May be they're Astra or Bum in the mountains.
Since I had the
operate on them.
Cartridges were still bursting in flames.
them work.
Anybody needs help? - Doctor, captain of the medical squad, Zhenya
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Infantrymen were hiding behind it.
- A very simple phrase - was yours, now is ours.
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All of us, riding atop of the box, opened
Vodka can relax you, and slumber is the best
Cracking salvos of their cannons and
Serenity it was.
Something banged inside
It was getting really dark
still speechless.
understand everything I just said?
Have your grenades on stand-by.
were boiling inside.
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these plates after an experimental rocket fell down onto some committee and
No one kept count, but there were no
You owe me a drink.
behind the Gosbank building, began firing at their nests in the Palace.
before the Chechen campaign, he was attached to our brigade from Abakan.
pick me up for sure dressed like this.
seconds.
immediately! I cannot hold it with my people! Why? Ask those bastards who
Suddenly, we saw an officer whose face we instantly recognised.
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Downstairs, the spooks apparently realised what happened and doubled
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