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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. OMON troops, together with Chechen women who had run out from the house next-door, bandaged her. While Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman. . . 10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. ' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" . He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. . " .

And you're a real human being. "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. . . What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . Sanya lugged the old woman. .

The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. "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!" . . But the girl's all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. 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.

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

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3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry in their individual first-aid pouches . But the girl's all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. Something for temporary gratification. They sewed her up, all right, but what kind of plastic surgery can you do in a cellar by candlelight? So now she can't have children. . Cut

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her stomach all apart. His partner froze, hugging the ground. Once inside, he covered the seat with field jackets, placed the little girl on them, and dropped to his knees, intently observing his young patient and keeping his fingers on the pulse of her small, thin hand.

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The driver, who had been squatting by one of the wheels, darted headlong into the cab of the idling Ural while two OMON troopers, having thrown open the vehicle's rear gate earlier, jumped aboard and prepared to receive the old woman. Squatting in a group by the BTR, his troops talked in hushed voices and passed around the last cigarette

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from a pack that they had crumpled and thrown away. The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles.

The obstacle consisted of lengths of telephone cable and sections of critically scarce barbed wire, and it bore fresh warning

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signs in Russian and Chechen that fluttered in the wind. . " . His partner froze, hugging the ground. . He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around.

" . They sewed her up, all right, but what kind of plastic surgery can you do in a cellar by candlelight? So now she can't have children. "Ask them where the little girl's parents are. Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. Just rush her to the doctor, he'll sort things out!" . He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. " . . " . Aibolit went into the corridor, smiled knowingly, and

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squinted approvingly at the two, as if to say, "What a great guy the commander is - he certainly knows our personnel. Dropping to one knee behind various forms of cover and shouldering

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their automatic weapons, they kept a tense lookout over the nearby "green area" and covered the two men who went further.

What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . "She said, `Grandma, there's a string!' Oh, what an old fool I am! What have I done to deserve such a punishment? Dear God, may I die a terrible death, but please save our little darling!" . Chopin nodded silently. It took the men about ten minutes to

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reach the old woman and the girl. But on that day, he just felt agitated and knew that he was not alone. " . The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles.

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. . Her husband found out and left her. "The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should . " . There aren't that many real men around, either. And tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor.

Gather them together and give them love.

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"She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. x x x . . Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. Chopin got up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor. ". . . 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. . He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be.

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9 Dzhokhar Dudayev, the leader

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of the Chechen separatists until his death in 1996 .

. While Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman. .

"It's okay. They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. "Hang on, Little One, hang on! Don't be afraid! I'm your uncle - and a good one! In just a minute our Doctor Aibolit will check

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you over and give you some candy. And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so

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bold and energetic. . . .

" But meeting Chopin's cold, restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit. . While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. "Shit, those combat engineers are walking one very fine line! After all, who hasn't planted mines out

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consolidation debt there - the Chechens, our guys - yet there are no sketches or maps! The Devil himself couldn't figure things out!" . .

Cut her stomach all apart.

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. One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied tourniquets to her shins. "Escorts - onto the Ural. Daddy-Well-Done and his mates were digging in the field beyond

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the obstacle, emplacing the new mines that they

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had just received the day before. Dropping to one knee behind various forms of cover and shouldering their automatic weapons, they kept

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a tense lookout over the nearby "green area" and covered the two men who went further. Squatting in a group by the BTR, his troops talked in hushed voices and passed around the last cigarette from a pack that they had crumpled and thrown away. "Hey! And just where

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do you thing you're going? Go back!" . He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. .

. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. . .

Following on the heels of the standard expressions of

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consolation that she had come to despise, this unexpected dressing down affected the nurse in an equally unexpected way. . " .

10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's

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colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom.

. " . Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side. . 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. .

. 3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry in their individual first-aid pouches . He hoisted her onto his back, carefully

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watching beneath his feet and silently listening to her wail as he went. The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. 5 Character in a well-known Russian children's film . .

And don't be such a bonehead!" . "Escorts - onto the Ural. Suddenly, she smiled naturally

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and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes. Something for temporary gratification. "Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around.

Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. . " . The weak-sighted old woman bent over sideways, trying to make out what her granddaughter

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and at just that moment heard someone shouting from the guard posts outside the commandant's office, nearly unseen behind mounds of trash. A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. "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. Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door.

. "Apparently no surprises this time. .

. "Hey! And just where do you thing you're going? Go back!" . 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. . . As for

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children, there is your Goddaughter

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- an orphan - along with half a town of kids just like her. Chopin clutched her to his breast and stroked her hair, saying, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know.

The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily

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alongside. But they poured forth regardless, and she abruptly rose and ran back inside. 4 Nickname for Vladimir . 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . "The grandmother didn't make 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. But on that day, he just felt agitated and knew that he was not alone. Doc and the girl - get into it. Aibolit noticed how unusually irritable and upset even these exceptionally experienced men around him were.

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