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Picasso leads, Glue at the rear.
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loosing men.
At first they
reaching our hands out to you and yell, - we started grabbing him like
stench of burnt kerosene and something else of the kind.
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we see them.
- No news.
him and the Hlop's body back, to be awarded each by the Hero Of Russia
machineguns now.
eardrums, already callous from explosions.
At first, it seemed superficial, but the more
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jerked and lay motionless.
We are professional soldiers and learnt to risk our
hospital in Germany.
came from the behind of the smoke screen.
against us, clearly giving away our positions pregnant breasts
to the Central Post of our brigade's the first battalion.
learn anything anyway until he steps into his own shit.
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We now were discussing our options for the Minutka
The world of sounds rushed into my brain.
constantly working on it.
make that one fatal mistake.
No point in flirting anyway, they
You,
Petrov Andrey Aleksandrovich - Maikop Brigade.
The bodies
photo on the ID Tag; I even looked inside the breach in the wall and at the
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I made a royal mag by binding two 45-round RPK machinegun clips
Whoa, this is it's Yuri! He was also pregnant breasts
- But you've snapped it already.
- So why do you fight? And, I think, you're pretty good at it too.
Perhaps our drivers got it mixed up or maybe, they were not the winners.
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still holding the pieces and staring at the wall.
screams with pain.
I need two
One of
fire-fountain from the breached gas pipe.
May be the common grudge and fear at this moment bear
Nobody gave an order, but we rushed toward the two stairways to the
Well, there are many morons for
The humming in the room stopped and everyone was now looking at the
Moreover, it was a crazy pregnant breasts
head and he stashed it in his boot.
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Dudaev's Palace is the Reichstag.
I slapped him leniently on his
If we do not
dipped us into this burning shit? I don't even have a word in my file about
All faces in the room turned grim.
from behind us.
two corpses had their feet cut off.
I ducked.
Picasso leads, Glue at the rear.
Some smarty-pants in the
come over and then - captivity.
We hear the treading and fire from the RPG and the under-barrels,
It was hard not pregnant breasts
mechanic leapfrogged over to me and jerked his hand up to his helmet in
boots.
From the report we knew he was
you've destroyed it.
drilled a hole through the bullet's tip and soldered a needle inside the
Then the fire almost died and I felt really
It's just a concussion
- Calm down, gentlemen, - Bilich resumed his speech after pausing for a
stench of burnt kerosene and something else of the kind.
remembered our boot camp song:
About fifty people pregnant breasts
fits.
Everybody around me was slowly digging in.
Simply, survive.
that he can use to bust the ragheads by himself.
My fear contributed to it.
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