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. It's not too serious, but there may be pulmonary bleeding," Aibolit told the commander, as he finished bandaging the girl. The old woman, dressed in typically dark village clothing, pushed a wheelbarrow filled with rubble. " . "You look lovely. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. The OMON troops, having taken cover behind the armor of the BTR and using their field glasses to observe first the "green area" and then the wounded, were quietly discussing the event: . 4 Nickname for Vladimir . "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!" . "The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should .

A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch

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and sat down next to him. "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. " . The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. 3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry in their individual first-aid pouches . . " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years.

"Don't know, Vovka. Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. 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. The obstacle consisted of lengths of telephone cable and sections of critically scarce barbed wire, and it bore fresh warning signs in Russian and Chechen that fluttered in the wind. "You look lovely. " . .

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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. "Escorts - onto the Ural. "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it. " .

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years. She was astonishingly attractive but had a tired, sullen face. " . 10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. . "Still, you gotta try to rescue them. .

Something for temporary gratification. The weak-sighted old woman bent over sideways, trying to make out what her granddaughter had seen, and at just that moment heard someone shouting from the guard posts outside the commandant's office, nearly unseen behind mounds of trash. 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. He hoisted her onto his back, carefully watching beneath his feet and silently listening to her wail as he went. 3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry in their individual first-aid pouches . He hoisted her onto his back, carefully watching beneath his

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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. . "It's okay.

He hurtled across the killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: . Something for temporary gratification. The old woman, flattened by the devastating blow to her legs, emitted a piercing scream and crawled toward her

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granddaughter, leaving a bloody trail in her wake. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around.

"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!" . His partner froze, hugging the ground. And a few in the legs too. She could hardly pass by a single flower that caught her fancy without stooping over to pick it. . It took the men about ten minutes to reach the old woman and the girl. "She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. "Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around. "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!" .

"You look lovely. Sanya lugged the old woman. . Chopin rubbed his temples with his hands and stood there briefly. . Aibolit went into the corridor, smiled knowingly, and squinted approvingly at the two, as if to say, "What a great guy the commander is - he certainly knows our personnel. Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield.

. " . Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. " . "Well, it's time for me to go. . "Do you really think I still look alright?" . . An OZM fragmentation mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of steel fragments in all directions.

Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular cuts, and carefully laid it to the side. 6 Ural-4320 - a five-ton truck widely used by Russian military and paramilitary forces . . "She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant. They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. Have you come for something?" She made an attempt to smile and wiped away what remained of her tears with

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"You look lovely. 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.

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. 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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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. 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. It's not too serious, but there may be pulmonary bleeding," Aibolit told the commander, as he finished bandaging the girl. . . Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular cuts, and carefully laid it to the side. Put the old woman on top of the BTR.

He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees. But they poured forth regardless, and she abruptly rose and ran back inside. Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. His partner froze, hugging the ground. What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . "It's okay. "Don't know, Vovka. "She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant. "They're alive and still breathing! Look - here's shrapnel from the mine!" . 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.

As for children, there is your Goddaughter - an orphan - along with half a town of kids just like her.

Something for temporary gratification.

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. Once inside, he covered the seat with field jackets, placed the little girl on them, and dropped

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to his knees, intently observing his young patient and keeping his fingers on the pulse of her small, thin hand. But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: . . His partner froze, hugging the ground. And

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don't be such a bonehead!" . " . "Don't know, Vovka. x x x . Or the wheelbarrow may have shielded them - see, it looks like a sieve. .

. 7 BTR-80 - an armored personnel carrier . "Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy. His partner froze, hugging the ground. "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it. He fixed

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Aibolit went into the corridor, smiled knowingly, and squinted approvingly at the two, as if to say, "What a great guy the commander is - he certainly knows our personnel. . The obstacle consisted of lengths of telephone cable and sections of critically scarce barbed

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in her ear: . "At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" .

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. "The grandmother didn't make it. " . The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. She was astonishingly attractive but had a tired, sullen face. And you're a real human being. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman.

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Chopin suddenly grew angry. "Well, it's time for me to go. 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. . " . His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette.

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"What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. "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 you over and give you some candy. 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.
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