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A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident.
. 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. 10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful
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be searching for women just like you. . "Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy.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. " . But after an instant of hesitation,
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Chopin issued a staccato order: . " . He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. . . They'll beat a path to your door with fireconsolidation debt free mi non profit
and signal flares - even in the daytime!" . . 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 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.She was astonishingly attractive but had a tired, sullen face. .
But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: . 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.
"Oh, look, Grandma, a string!" . . .
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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.Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. Her husband found out and left her. 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. And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had
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clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. . He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. " . As if to answer him, mortars began to thump somewhereconsolidation debt free mi non profit
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light a cigarette." .
. 9 Dzhokhar Dudayev, the leader of the Chechen separatists until his death in 1996 . . He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. " . 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. Suddenly, she smiled naturally and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes.
Dropping to one knee behind various forms of cover and shouldering their automatic weapons, they kept a
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"green area" and covered the two men who went further. . x x x . " .Doc and the girl - get into it. Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. Take care of yourself. Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months. And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly
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"been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. ". A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. . Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular cuts, and carefully laid it to the side.. It doesn't really matter while she is small, but she could develop complexes when she grows up," said Chopin, nodding his head knowingly.
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"Oh, look, Grandma, a string!" . "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!" .. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. .
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. .' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" . .
. 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. . . Put the old woman on top of the BTR. 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. . . Doc and the girl - get into it. He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees.
"Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it.
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And tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor. . . Sanya lugged the old woman. It doesn't really matter while she is small, but she could develop complexes when she grows up," said Chopin, nodding his head knowingly. The Doc rushed out to meet Vovka and carefullyconsolidation debt free mi non profit
took hold of the girl.Chopin rubbed his temples with his hands and stood there briefly. The combat engineers had already stretched
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a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. An OZM fragmentation mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of steel fragments in all directions. It took the men about ten minutes to reach the old woman and the girl."Escorts - onto the Ural. But the girl's all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. It doesn't really matter while she is small, but she could develop complexes when she grows up," said Chopin, nodding his head knowingly. The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped
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merrily alongside. . And don't be such a bonehead!" . 3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry in their individual first-aid pouches . The old woman, dressed in typically dark village clothing, pushed a wheelbarrow filled with rubble. He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. "Shit, those combat engineers are walking one very fine line! After all, who hasn'tconsolidation debt free mi non profit
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no sketches or maps! The Devil himself couldn't figure things out!" .Chopin clutched her to his breast and stroked her hair, saying, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know. "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. . Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. 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. .
Confused, Chopin turned to the young medic smoking beside him, who had heard the conversation: "What's wrong
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"Still, you gotta try to rescue them. Following on the heels of the standard expressions of consolation that she
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had come to despise, this unexpected dressing down affected the nurse in an equally unexpected way. 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. But Vovka, nicknamed "Daddy-Well-Done", was running his own race, knowing that his five-year-old sweetheartconsolidation debt free mi non profit
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for him at home, far away. Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. An OZM fragmentation mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of steel fragments in all directions.consolidation debt free mi non profit
While Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman.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. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. Her husband found out and left her. Put the old woman on top of the BTR. . "Don't know, Vovka. .
Take care of yourself. He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees.
He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. Something banged. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. Cut her stomach all apart. Put the old woman on top of the BTR. "They're alive and still breathing! Look - here's shrapnel from the mine!" . Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. . In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months.