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. . Chopin got up and nearly raced after the

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skipped merrily alongside. 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. 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. One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied tourniquets to her shins. He hurtled across the killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: .

He hoisted her onto his back, carefully watching beneath his feet and silently listening to her wail as he went. A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch

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and sat down next to him. 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 then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should be human beings too. .

The Doc rushed out

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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. "That's good - a little girl

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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. " . "Well, it's time

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the doctor.

" . Cut her stomach all apart. Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. " But meeting Chopin's cold, restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit. "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. . 2 Nickname for Alexander . Chopin got up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor. 5 Character in a well-known Russian children's film .

"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!" . 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

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the wounded, were quietly discussing the event: . The commander's long, sensitive fingers,

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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. 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?" . " . 2 Nickname for Alexander .

. Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. There aren't that many real men around, either. He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. . At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side.

And don't be such a bonehead!" . They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be.

. He then loosened the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath it, smoothly extracted a brown, ebonite-like cylinder from the ground. . Sanya lugged the old woman.

. While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination

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scarce barbed wire, and it bore fresh warning signs in Russian and Chechen that fluttered in the wind. 8 OMON - elite special purpose forces within the Russian

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police . It took the men about ten minutes to reach the old woman and the girl. " . . "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman.

There aren't that many real men around, either.

As for children, there is your Goddaughter - an orphan - along with half a town of kids just like her. . 4 Nickname for Vladimir . Following on the heels of the standard expressions of consolation that she had come to despise, this unexpected dressing down

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affected the nurse in an equally unexpected way. Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts. "You look lovely. 10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. . "Don't know, Vovka. It won't hurt - just hang on, Little One!" .

" . She was no longer crying but quivered spasmodically from repressed sobs. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. But the girl's all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. . 3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces

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carry in their individual first-aid pouches .

"She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. . . . " . . . . "She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. What do you think, can we give her promedol?" .

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The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. The Doc rushed out to meet Vovka and carefully took hold of the girl. . . Chopin nodded silently. While Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman. "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. . Something banged.

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What do you think, can we give her promedol?" .

Something for temporary gratification. But the girl's all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. "Hey! And just where do you thing you're going? Go back!" . . His partner froze, hugging the ground.

. "Why the hell did she crawl out there? Look, one "Mines!" warning sign is posted there, and out further is another.

In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months. 10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. " . 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.

" . " .

" She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close

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bubbles. A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the

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site of the incident. . There aren't that many real men around, either. . 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 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 tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked

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over his shoulder while assisting the doctor. . They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. A strange dark object

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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. One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied

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tourniquets to her shins.

While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than

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the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. " . . Chopin nodded silently. At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side. " . . Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. 7 BTR-80 - an armored personnel carrier .

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. . He then loosened the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath it, smoothly extracted a brown,

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ebonite-like cylinder from the ground. 8 OMON - elite special purpose forces within the Russian police . . .

And you're a real human being. . " . But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: . Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular cuts, and carefully laid it to the side. Sanya lugged the old woman. .

10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. "That's

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just what we needed - the chance to crawl right into

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the middle of a minefield! Thanks a lot, Granny, you lousy saboteur! Sanya, Stop!" .

' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" .

Following on the heels of the standard expressions of consolation that she had

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the nurse in an equally unexpected way. Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. 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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