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we're here in the first place.
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at the enemy, everyone was shouting something of their own, like names of
- We'll meet again, darling!
Suddenly, chief of the guards barged into the room.
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Back then, spooks fooled our
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mucus.
So what's the point? I
climbed it, throwing down wounded and dead dukhs.
They escorted us to the outpost where we found our Com-batt (Battalion
- If you are given the order to arrest him, we'll ambush you.
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If no help comes, I'm out of here.
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I stood up holding the
through their sights from behind every corner.
- It's been going on for about hour and a half.
hang any supply officer in one year time.
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whirling, probably wounded.
They
Shit happens.
no less than three printed copies.
Therefore, there is a good chance that if we do decide to use the sewer
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I gathered they were telling the truth and if he hadn't said this memorable
other point blank in long bursts, which interrupted only when a clip was
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would be enjoying all the privileges of soldiers in a war zone.
figured who that was.
from his under barrel launcher cutting them off.
I suggest we split up in small groups and search the
No one kept count, but there were no
At that moment, Sergei Kazartzev did what later had became the subject
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holding them tight in there, squeezing his throat stiffer, only allowing him
Well, we kind of, matched each other over there.
Pashka you stay here and guard, if you spot anything - call out,
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avenue, where our recon party took their turn, was barricaded with bricks,
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Only the fire of vengeance was
freezing cold fix an engine or give soldiers a good lecture.
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- Out! Get out! Guards! Get them all out of here! Disarm them!
I saw my buddy Yura among them.
crunch asphalt in winter.
there something blew up.
although I somehow knew, looking at his sly face, that he's not mad at them
into the mud.
We, like all fine-bred sheep, would again go to the voting tables and
I didn't kill nobody.
A buzz in my head had not passed yet, but I tried not to pay any attention
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came through, to speed up the assault of the hotel Kavkaz.
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