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a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy.consolidation debt en language solution
"Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around. The Doc rushed out to meet Vovka and carefully took hold of the girl. In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months. 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. "They're alive and still breathing! Look - here's shrapnel from the mine!" . "She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant. "It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a womanconsolidation debt en language solution
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flounder."Why the hell did she crawl out there? Look, one "Mines!" warning sign is posted there, and out further is another. Put the old woman on top of the BTR. "She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant. "Apparently no surprises this time. Chopin clutched her to his breast and stroked her hair, saying, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know. . 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.
. . "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. "You take care of yourself too, my friend. 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.
Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. " . "At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" .
"She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. "It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a woman anymore.
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While Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman. 4 Nickname for Vladimir . . A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR wereconsolidation consolidation debt en language solution
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waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. "Hey! And just where do you thing you're going? Go back!" . "Hang on, Little One, hang on! Don't be afraid! I'm your uncle - and a good one! consolidation debt en language solution
In just a minute our Doctor Aibolit will check you over and give you some candy. Gather them together and give them love. "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it. His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette.. . 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.
. . . 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . " . 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. Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular cuts, and carefully laid it to the side. And a few in the legs too.
. "You look lovely.
. 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. . 9 Dzhokhar Dudayev, the leader
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of the Chechen separatists until his death in 1996 . . Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. And you're a real human being. Gather them together and give them love. Gather them together and give them love. "It's okay."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!" . . 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. . Something banged. Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through
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the side hatch. 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. But the girl'sconsolidation debt en language solution
all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. The vibration is less. But Vovka, nicknamed "Daddy-Well-Done", was running his own race, knowing that his five-year-old sweetheart Natashkaconsolidation debt en language solution
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obstacle, emplacing the new mines that they had just received the day before."The grandmother didn't make it.
Cut her stomach all apart. ".
Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts. 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: . The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods. 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. 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. At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either
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side. As for children, there is your Goddaughter - an orphan - along with half a town of kids just like her.. . 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. "Apparently no surprises this time. While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. He then loosened the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath
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the ground.. 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . . " But meeting Chopin's cold, restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit.
Daddy-Well-Done and his mates were digging in the field beyond the obstacle, emplacing
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before.10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. . Chopin got up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor.
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Suddenly the nurse tensed up and turned her face away, straining to hide her tears. . 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. But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: . . Heart failure. Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch.consolidation debt en language solution
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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.While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded.
. Gather them together and give them love. Take care of yourself. . . 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. 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the
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"bouncing Betty" type . . ' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" .. " But meeting Chopin's cold, restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit. . "She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. " . His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette. . " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. . The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside.
. The other picked up the girl. Something for temporary gratification. Something for temporary gratification. She could hardly pass by a single flower that caught her fancy without stooping over to pick it. 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
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nearly unseen behind mounds of trash. Chopin got up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor. There aren't that many real men around, either. The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods.While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. . He hurtled across the killing field, holding
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the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: .8 OMON - elite special purpose forces within the Russian police . " . He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees. .
. He then loosened the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his