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My head is spinning.
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fragments of concrete, bricks, wrapped in barbed wire.
- Here is your mate, - he nodded at Ryzhov, - was betting a six-pack of
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guard it with you life.
me with your Kalashnikov, idiot, it can shoot.
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young cadet Slava Mironov had my experience! Now, when I meet a girl younger
dear doctors.
the middle of the bridge and on the other bank.
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occasions I was stunned by his ability to shoot a grenade from some kinky
casualties, and this one, though a crank, still fighting.
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of adrenaline and I'm on fire again.
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- What was that about?
into the nearest basement, grenades on stand-by.
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Wait a little bit! Aha! Here is this bastard! Not taking any aim
Somebody started launching flares.
That's it.
He spoke to the art
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He must have felt too bad if it were painful for him to
In that same basement, where the world-known blabber Korolev had spent
Or they for sure would accuse us of drinking on the job.
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I've got to run; somebody beat the **** out one of the grunts in the
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Me and my boys, we don't give a **** about
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Nobody helped nobody.
All grievances come from them.
- I pronounced, labouring to stay calm, - Semeonov,
will leave no marks.
It was either a tank or a BMP.
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the mud in an arc-like trajectory.
HQ before any news from here could reach them, and report that we dared to
That mug expressed vanity and
anti-nicotine chewing gum, hoping to quit smoking right about now.
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hear anything, but we could observe the gestures they were using in their
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While I was saving the soldier, dukhs attack was stopped.
I calmly
When a rocket-propelled grenade hits an obstacle (usually
herd of sheep.
These shells are good to
Here, everything goes.
- Pashka, got dry cigarettes?
deprivation.
I was hoping to hear shooting from the other side of the
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- Really? - Kleymeonov made a puzzled face and asked me, sounding
Those were first and third
ours.
here, we had forty-two tanks T-72, now we have twenty-six.
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Palace.
by any practical means so he punches Popov in the face.
the headquarters.
Yuri showed up, looking jumpy.
vehicle took a spin to the left and hit the corner, then slowed down and
be my guest.
When
Bendery and Dubosary did change hands a few times.
running too fast, and the shells were falling far behind without inflicting
mumbling something completely out of this world.
- Twenty-two, - said Yura, breaking the silence.
But the dog died from his wounds
all of us knew that it was still too early to relax.
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- Get stuffed.
Motherland and government are
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