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take vengeance on the locals for your fallen friend who used to be your
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Ermolov and Stalin were both right - these folk are not to be re-educated,
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- We must never do that, it would set the locals against
- Sashka Pahomenko? - I asked.
faces.
sprinting and sneaking, a few blocks later, at last made it to the HQ.
But overall, compared to
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virtuoso in that field.
In the second APC, fellows echoed
The cross
That
Of coarse, every
reaction? Who can tell? I fetched the sniper's Marlboro packet and handed
By now, our brigade
just let them play with the fellow, they'd make him talk.
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inhaling I tried to push the clog in my throat further down, glancing at the
- Yeah right, feed.
spoils left.
Lucky for the sniper, he was dead.
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No piss, no shit, no smoke.
We shouted merrily something to each
commander and a person: giant.
me: learn English
forgotten you.
started for the home.
busy carrying out the same manipulations.
soldiers of any army.
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only exterminated.
If they keep his hands, he'll be fine.
To be precise: all THIS is their operation, but we, mahra,
weeks at a time.
He'll
all clues - female.
Few were trying to flee.
- Start offloading our hero, carefully.
him anyway.
Krylov is the
shit either.
Left all his musicians at the airport and popped up
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Just like rats, if you ask me.
- Yep, now they'll throw our reserves in there to get him out and maybe
the remaining IDs belonged to anyone of ours.
task.
dragging out of the killing zone, under fire, yourself soaking in blood and
One paradox was that all army units, regardless of the kind, have been
refinery.
and always waving long quiff.
that their thirst for blood isn't quenched yet for their fallen comrades.
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fetch it, or a mine.
Or were the sparks just a fruit of our imagination?
into Grozny.
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