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They hauled her off in broad daylight, raped and shot her! But the entire street teamed up to save the girl and the old woman, hiding them. As if to answer him, mortars began to thump somewhere beyond Grozniy's air-port, filling the air with their deadly rustle and nauseating, heart-rending wail. . She could hardly pass by a single flower that caught her fancy without stooping over to pick it. The commander's long, sensitive fingers, which he held on the forward stock of his automatic rifle as if it were the neck of a guitar, left no doubt about the source of his personal callsign, which had long since become his second name.

He then loosened the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath it, smoothly extracted a brown, ebonite-like cylinder from the ground.

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Suddenly, she smiled naturally and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes. Cut her stomach all apart. "We need to get

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cold, restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit. "Shit, those combat engineers are walking one very fine line! After all, who hasn't planted mines out there - the Chechens, our guys - yet there are no sketches or maps! The Devil himself couldn't figure things out!" . The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles.

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"Do you really think I still look alright?" . . Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular cuts, and carefully laid it to the side. Daddy-Well-Done and his mates were digging in the field beyond the obstacle, emplacing the new mines that they had just received the day before. "She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant.

"That's just what we needed - the chance to crawl right into the middle of a minefield! Thanks a lot, Granny, you lousy saboteur! Sanya, Stop!" . And that

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". She was no longer crying but quivered spasmodically from repressed sobs. "At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" .

"Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around. Just mark them with flags so we don't trip them on the way out. " . " .

But Vovka, nicknamed "Daddy-Well-Done", was running his own race, knowing that his five-year-old sweetheart Natashka and one-week-old twins - who had not yet even seen their father

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. . Have you come for something?" She made

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an attempt to smile and wiped away what remained of her tears with the palm of her hand.

. " . A strange dark object bounced up from the grass, struck the side of the wheelbarrow, careened away, and exploded in a cloud of black, fiery smoke. " With that, she firmly shoved her barrow forward and tilted it on its side to quickly dump the load.

. And a few in the legs too. She was no longer crying but quivered spasmodically from repressed sobs. The vibration is less. "Escorts - onto the Ural. Something for temporary gratification. .

The old woman, dressed in typically dark village clothing, pushed a wheelbarrow filled with rubble. 7 BTR-80 - an armored personnel carrier . Chopin suddenly grew angry. "Don't be a fool! When was the last time that you looked at yourself in the mirror? Someday you'll meet someone - maybe even more than one "someone" - who will just kiss your feet! And if he's a real man, not some shit like your ex, he'll adore your scars. He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees. Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. Look, the old woman is still moving, sort-of. . .

. Doc and the girl - get into it. The old woman, dressed in typically dark village clothing, pushed a wheelbarrow filled with rubble. " But meeting Chopin's cold,

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restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit. "Escorts - onto the Ural. .

They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. He then loosened the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath it, smoothly extracted a brown, ebonite-like cylinder from the ground. "Shit, those combat engineers are walking one very fine line! After all, who hasn't planted mines out there - the Chechens, our guys - yet there are no sketches or maps! The Devil himself couldn't figure things out!" .

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"The grandmother didn't make it. And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. A strange dark object bounced up from the grass, struck the side of the wheelbarrow, careened away, and exploded in a cloud of black, fiery smoke. "Shit, those combat engineers are walking one very fine line! After all, who hasn't planted mines out there - the Chechens, our guys - yet there are no sketches or maps! The Devil himself couldn't figure things out!" . "It's okay. ". "Don't know, Vovka.

A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. Dropping to one knee behind various forms of cover and shouldering their automatic weapons, they kept a tense lookout over the nearby "green area" and covered the two men who went further. Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding

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Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. He

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hoisted her onto his back, carefully watching beneath his feet and silently listening to her wail as he went. . Just rush her to the doctor, he'll sort things out!" . Around two hundred meters from the commandant's office an old woman and a small girl walked through a wasteland scarred with ditches and littered with smashed bricks. Have you come for something?" She made an attempt to smile and wiped away what remained

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"The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition.

The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. . . The guys who survive this war will be searching for women just like you.

. " . " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. .

He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees.

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. But Vovka, nicknamed "Daddy-Well-Done", was running his own race, knowing that his five-year-old sweetheart Natashka and one-week-old twins - who had not yet even seen their father - were waiting for him at home, far away. " . " . Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. 7 BTR-80 - an armored personnel carrier . . .

And you're a real human being. " . 9 Dzhokhar Dudayev, the leader of the Chechen separatists until his death in 1996 .

"In January, she herself was wounded while pulling troops out from under a mortar barrage. A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident.

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