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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. She was no longer crying but quivered spasmodically from repressed sobs. And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. "You take care of yourself too, my friend. . . . x x x . "Don't know, Vovka.

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leaving a bloody trail in her wake. 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.

. . 6 Ural-4320 - a five-ton truck widely used by Russian military and paramilitary forces . Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts.

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. Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. Chopin rubbed his temples with his hands and stood there briefly. But on that day, he just felt agitated and knew that he was not alone. It's not too serious,

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but there may be pulmonary bleeding," Aibolit told the commander, as he finished bandaging the girl. Chopin nodded silently.

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One of them quickly

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administered promedol to the old woman and applied tourniquets to her shins. But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: .

"The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should . The old woman, dressed in typically dark village clothing, pushed a wheelbarrow filled with rubble. 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. "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!" . They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. "You look lovely.

But on that day, he just felt agitated and knew that he was not alone. . . And you're a real human being. It doesn't really matter while she is small, but she could develop complexes when she grows up," said Chopin, nodding his head knowingly. Vovka dashed through

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Aibolit noticed how unusually irritable and upset even these exceptionally experienced men around him were. The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. And tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor. " . .

"At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" . 9 Dzhokhar Dudayev, the leader of the Chechen separatists until his death in 1996 . .

. The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. 10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. 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?" . . "The grandmother didn't make it. The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods. .

Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. 3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry

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A strange dark object bounced up from the grass, struck the side of the wheelbarrow, careened

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away, and exploded in a cloud of black, fiery smoke. "They're alive and still breathing! Look - here's shrapnel from the mine!" . Take care of yourself. . .

A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. ". And tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor. "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. "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!" . Something for temporary gratification. There aren't that many real men around, either. The weak-sighted old woman bent over sideways, trying to

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. And tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor. .

They hauled her off in broad

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daylight, raped and shot her! But the entire street teamed up to save the girl and the old woman, hiding them. . "Ask them where the little girl's parents are. . The weak-sighted old woman

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in typically dark village clothing, pushed a wheelbarrow filled with rubble. "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it. . 2 Nickname for Alexander . "Escorts - onto the Ural. . The Doc rushed out to meet Vovka and carefully took hold of the girl.

But the girl's all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. 5 Character in a well-known Russian children's film .

What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . 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. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. .

"The grandmother didn't make it.

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Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. just a sort-of gutted flounder. "The grandmother didn't make it.

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 young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. Chopin got up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor.

Chopin got up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor. 7 BTR-80 - an armored personnel carrier . "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. 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. "Well, it's time for me to go.

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. " . 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.

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