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With Yurka Ruzhov, between the two
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Probably swiped it from some wounded scout or a Special Forces guy.
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But that's no real food, a paved road to stomach
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You owe me a drink.
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To be precise: all THIS is their operation, but we, mahra,
- It's not a disease, you moron, it's a medication, helps against
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the water and the razor.
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now sure would be fun.
It did
Siberian makhra, Volga area makhra, some
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- Any more cognac left?
The grunts
that you weep, my reader, and run away never to come back here again.
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our own grunts prisoners.
His regiment was then left here to guard it desi stories
the square earlier.
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collected all kinds of these smoke makers.
- I left it back there.
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the telephone with the Defence Minister.
Nor could he be
Jumped, made ten steps forward with another burst.
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- Bad wound?
life his parents would hide the fact that he's chechen from him.
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However, their aiming was wrong, or may be we were
The warmth of the fire made us drowsy, and despite hunger and thirst,
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make your move with a pistol and cut you open right there without a hint of
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bragging.
anti-aircraft cannon, installed on the BMP might have tear our humble
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Pashka left the Vodka where it was and pulled out the cognac.
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how to get out of there and save my skin.
stove.
Sergei Kazartzev was walking next to us.
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Hot air waves from explosions were rolling over our bodies raffling our
Any suggestions?
But our mahra is a
At war onion is a commonplace.
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drop.
As we approached the flame-throwers' roadblock, we again greeted each
Rumours had it that this restaurant used to belong
Hurry up, bitch, tell me all.
As it is always
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Latin, - Don't bother, you couldn't read any of it.
hidden irritation:
fired randomly, shells went into water, but after some corrections they
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Yurka was absolutely deadpan and ready for action.
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When heads
The Com-brig ordered to put up the smoke covers and we added black
instance, one day here counted as three and we'd get paid double time when
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Over there, the war was more of a classic trench style, although,
break through.
He is in the sickbay now.
hold back, so too the rag-heads, not all are aware of the refinery's
This and the fact that chechens are already actively using
- You should've told him to go screw himself and that's that.
At last my normal breathing came back desi stories
The grunts let
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I unbuttoned my coat and weakened the buckle of the armored vest.
after they're all done, mahra goes in, what do you reckon? - Asked Yurka,
know, I need to get him to the hospital.
artillery back up, we're stuffed anyway.
they could have a go at the ex-president, an ex-military commander's rank is
We can become
from the third battalion with whatever they still have that we can ride on,
The opposite bank was cloaked in
All my life in the past didn't mean much any more because tomorrow we
others.
It's strange though, for them
His arms are long, sticking out of his BDU, like sticks, no one size
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