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After brief calculation, it turned out we had
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Setting himself on a box from artillery rounds, Com-batt softly called:
to go.
into its black trunk.
His personal luggage has been growing in size by the day, regardless of the
My grunts, Semeon, Glue and Picasso each let off a burst into the
- Yeah right, start holding your breath, - Yurka just wouldn't cool
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behind his corner, Glue opened up at the window from his AK.
Krylov is the
The end result is almost
Don't worry too much.
All detachments were reporting that the BRDM with the rep has not yet passed
Semeonov's body was at last removed from the cross, lads placed it on some
into its black trunk.
Now, no one can remember why the whole
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Then, in about thirty yards, I noticed rag-heads, crawling toward
why? You will feel sick and ashamed that you saved his life.
and were having a loud discourse.
The heat
Then, in about thirty yards, I noticed rag-heads, crawling toward
your interlocutor to it with two stripped wires and spin the handle, having
taking a snooz, leaning against walls riddled by bullets and shrapnel and
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Hats off, all present
What do you reckon?
using the fog and frozen soil.
by early WWII maps.
At first, they really mistook
Our path lied along the streets
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fumes, I never got the clear picture of what took place.
eventually had to run for his life too.
APCs, with their thinner armour plates, were just blasted to
and thin lips.
- OK, go on, make a suggestion.
cognac that you won't.
While we were offloading the wounded, I remembered huge black tits
Wrapped up in
just let them play with the fellow, they'd make him talk.
- Bad wound?
Give me yours; I'll fix
Chief of Staff, - the Moscow rep just left.
to the good fortune and started our journey.
The downed men cried out and snipers picked the speeding helpers,
Down here, there is no single front line.
passing armoured vehicles, at night and in clouds of dust.
In a few months, they declared an
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- Everything's fine, Vechaslav Nikolaevich.
venture, halted and lit up a cigarette.
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