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The Doc rushed out to meet Vovka and carefully took hold of the girl.
Sanya lugged the old woman. " . . Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield.
. Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. "She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant.
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What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . . . . . And tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor.
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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. He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have