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us from the upper floors.
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assholes, let's roll.
Who would
I think one of ours! - Americanets was fretting.
running ahead of me.
They were shooting at us from above.
Periodically, they
explosion for the recovery.
Minutka Square with the Dudaev's Palace.
An infantry
He must've shitted his pants by now.
grunts picked up an empty can and threw it ahead.
- First, over here, two tanks roll out across the bridge.
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Local opposition, which is on our side, would also be
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trying to attack.
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- At ease, boys.
Think well.
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clearing smoke, I could see a huge hole in the third floor's reinforcement,
murderers that had gashed off peaceful afghan population unable to take on a
your lad that if he's ever rude to us again, he won't get off this easily.
I did not comprehend what was happening to me.
Some
He had been an
regardless of the cost.
In movies, agents, working with a clapper, try to formulate the
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passing armoured vehicles, at night and in clouds of dust.
prisoners.
have nothing besides aspirin and their enthusiasm.
I can't give that order.
- Where are you planning to get the liqueur? From under the bench? - I
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It's a pity though, the calibre is 5.
concealed, completely motionless.
Everything was on fire, all that could burn and
A clog of nicotine mucus was painfully and slowly making its
San Sanych carefully listened to me, looking straight into my eyes,
I was afraid I could
- Sashok, you don't seriously think that we could bust up the soldier.
- Yes.
Or better crash into
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here were useless and we had to act.
and, himself, perished too.
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