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And a few in the legs too.

They'll beat a path to your door with fire and signal flares - even in the daytime!" . . There aren't that many real men around, either. .

In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months. It took the men about ten minutes to reach the old woman and the girl. .

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. "Ask them where the little girl's parents are. "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev

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In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months.

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And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. 5 Character in a well-known Russian children's film . 2 Nickname for Alexander . "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it.

Chopin suddenly grew angry. Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular cuts, and carefully laid it to the side. .

"It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a woman anymore.

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" .

Something for temporary gratification. 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. . "You look lovely. But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should be human beings too.

Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. . The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield.

"Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. . Or the wheelbarrow may have shielded them - see, it looks like a sieve. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. . Her husband found out and left her. The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into

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Following on the heels of the standard expressions of consolation that she had come to despise, this unexpected dressing down affected the nurse in an equally unexpected way. And tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor. . x x x . " .

6 Ural-4320 - a five-ton truck widely used by Russian military and paramilitary forces . The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. Something for temporary gratification. . .

2 Nickname for Alexander . Confused, Chopin turned to the young medic smoking beside him, who had heard the conversation: "What's wrong with her? Is she new? Hasn't she gotten used to things yet?" . 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. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find

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