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Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. "Still, you gotta try to rescue them. . "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!" . 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.
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Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. . " . "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. . "They're alive and still breathing! Look - here's shrapnel from the mine!" . "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. " . .
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