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after all.
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raising their heads time to time from close explosions.
- Fine, let's go, or we'll frost down here, - I make terrible hoarse
Thirstily
Slowly the buzz settled.
tell you, gentlemen.
Back
that lies around unattended.
Here it's more
He could've gone to the same military college as us.
All our wounded grunts knew it only too well.
That's all.
- We've been waiting for you, Vechaslav Nikolaevich.
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But even the badly wounded refused to be
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Was that he, shooting at us? I carefully
through half of the whole Chechnya, or something like that.
word for cheap tobacco).
wasn't a secret to half of the rebels in town.
us from the upper floors.
old unshaven whiskers were no longer rough, but felt rather fuzzy.
- Thank you so much, comrade Colonel, but I'd rather do it later.
- Yep, - he handed me a packet of Palmira, or, as we call it, Bum in
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gone missing.
This way, during the Station siege, he was nearly shot by his self blow jobs
all clues - female.
not ecstatic to see us there, they say we are all psychos.
- Picasso tried to explain something to me, feeling a little awkward
phrase, he might've lived a little longer.
Some drivers were lucky, others - not so much.
In Moldova they fought pretty well, even captured weapons for
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lucky bustard.
thus totally useless garbage.
would be interesting to know if he was ever a platoon leader or a company
zapp.
Then someone from the back clearly
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hush our Defence Minister and tell him specifically to leave it alone, - you
Semeon
punctured the skin but the bones are fine.
At war, people drink for disinfection.
necessity to give up the information he possesses as well as break his
Out of the clear blue sky the grunts exploded self blow jobs
Glue.
Now I noticed that Pashka was wearing a rifle bullet on a piece of rope
noticed that instantly, - I've seen those before.
What was on their minds could only be
- I left it back there.
of captivity, dishonour and torture.
But this lad is rather snappy.
Here is our Air Force,
off the armour, all by himself.
In the dark we fire on each other and take
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What can
they might get hurt.
carried over fuel for vehicles and power generators.
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