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" . A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. " But meeting Chopin's cold, restrained stare, he quickly
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Heart failure. She was astonishingly attractive but had a tired, sullen face. Have you come for something?" She made an attempt to smile and wiped away what remained of her tears with the palm of her hand. There aren't that many real men around, either. 7 BTR-80 - an armored personnel carrier . A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident.
But they poured forth regardless, and she abruptly rose and ran back inside. Next to those vehicles stood "Chopin" - the OMON commander - and the doctor from the commandant's office, whom everyone respectfully called "Doc" to his face but "Aibolit" behind his back. But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should be human beings too.
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The old woman, flattened by the devastating blow to her legs, emitted a piercing scream and crawled toward her granddaughter, leaving a bloody trail in her wake. No, wait, she moved her hand! See how Daddy-Well-Done is rushing - she must still be alive!" . In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months. . x x x . . . . "Why the hell did she crawl out there? Look, one "Mines!" warning sign is posted there, and out further is another.
Aibolit noticed how unusually irritable and upset even these exceptionally experienced men around him were. .
Put the old woman on top of the BTR. . "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.
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