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he was a perfectionist, and tried to bring us up the same way.
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one clip, inserted into my automatic, put the rest into the pockets and
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It happened with me in real life.
- You see.
It's only a hundred
there was in full swing.
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march!
- Soon, there won't any more room in the sickbay to put the wounded.
floors we stumble on the torn apart bodies of our resent foe.
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Don't forget to bring twenty five memos
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and exhaust gases.
I reckon that your sidekick
sweating, his warm breath clouding, and he drank the whole canteen of water
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And the dukhi also began shooting wildly with long bursts
According to the
name.
this collective ability?
Then, Big Daddy sent his
According to the well-developed tactics, the first and the last
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shot again, then rushed ahead.
We'd write up the
being recognised.
May be it was us, actually hitting something, or
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I tried to distract the enemy's attention by keeping up firing, and only
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He might've felt a bit regretful that he didn't send the bastard on
Yeah, if only that
Alright, my boy, look all you want, I can chill a drunken soldier with
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For the total fuckheads, there is a direction
The building stand solid.
at some stage instead of clashing in the mountains or in the open all the
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No way,
- Yeah, yeah.
no one could recall where his nickname Glue originated.
They were shooting at
bursts into each one of them just in case.
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- I just saw you with that thousand mile look in your eyes, I though
This is not right; that document is not
The bandages
cameras and tell stories to girls, - he spewed and wondered off.
and always waving long quiff.
cases were not unique.
ours.
respect: they have the BTR-80s.
it anyway and Pashka's already gone bananas.
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here, that's for sure, but I have never seen a pretty Chechen, not on
His right hand was searching for something on his belt.
this Moscow bullshit artists to hell, we finished off the bottle and in good
Do you, by any
captain Ilin.
So, the bastards
chechen, but to bust a non-believer is always a delight.
We shouted merrily something to each
machine guns did not idle either.
- Yep, - he handed me a packet of Palmira, or, as we call it, Bum in
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- Kozaks arrived, asking to let them fight.
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