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this madhouse - boy-scout camp Sunrise.
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No one knows what exactly happened there.
Did you behave? - I asked him jokingly.
So I got them off him.
- Cooked the mothers! Vechaslav Nikolaevich, can we go check?
I jumped off the APC, rubbed my
of an ambush.
- Take him with you, if you like.
Setting himself on a box from artillery rounds, Com-batt softly called:
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but don't you dare giving looks to your COs.
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Their faces were all covered
First, Semeon quickly popped out and then Glue emerged with his radio
I spat with green
ideology.
How would you bust sharpshooters from upper floors in a
Square complex assault.
What is RPG? It is a standard rocket grenade launcher.
Down here, we were prepared to face the music of
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The radio traffic was red hot.
ice and thus, we thought we could try and slip away quietly and quickly,
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against using air force and artillery to solve this problem.
were no more grunts from our brigade in there.
How about you, my reader?
into the mud.
another target.
to one, point direction to another and we are all off sprinting forward,
Some smarty-pants in the
Wow! An Army ID tag and many of them, OK, let's see: Semeonov Aleksey
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only exterminated.
not like clap, they'll hang out there for a while and then fall off at some
Naturally, Pashka was a crook and a worm, but
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preferred to spend those few minutes of rest in basements, we loved our cab.
ignorance of each other's presence.
no more.
used to this, all were tested by fire.
paradise, but they are resisting it like blind puppies.
Pashka's figure emerged from the dark; I glanced at the position, he
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- With his hands trussed, he tied the rope around his neck and leaped
There
stewed meat, pickles, tomatoes.
him up and tears were falling down their faces complicating this chilling
we leapfrog, taking short streaks, stooped four times our normal hight,
lovingly: podstvol'nichek, although, weight of the device could prove a
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All this was your paranoid
forces shitted themselves.
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