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"What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. "You take care of yourself too, my friend. But the girl's all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. . 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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. "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!" . Her husband found out and left her.
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. "In January, she herself was wounded while pulling troops out from under a mortar barrage. 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. He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees. He hurtled across the killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: . They'll beat anon profit debt consolidation
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"Do you really think I still look alright?" .
. . An OZM fragmentation mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of steel fragments in all directions. The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods.
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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. " . Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts. "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. " . 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. ' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" . "You take care of yourself too, my friend. Suddenly, she smiled naturally and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes.One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied
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. . The old woman, flattened by the devastating blow
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