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After that not much of that whorehouse
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to us for a while, against himself.
to see the enemy.
- My father was right, your worst enemy is in Moscow.
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We loaded the body into the infantry compartment inside our APC and
So, the bastards
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The man died a
I felt sick and through up
His friends ask him: Would it help? He says:
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Now, I do not
new?
more then the noise from explosions.
Threw myself to the left, rolled, shot at the barricade
Adrenalin raged in blood again.
- Jesus said it right before his death, talking to his father mom fuck
The room went buzzing.
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It's likely he did it on impulse, trying to get to the Command
Yurka looked at me reproachfully.
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from schizophrenia.
are storming the remaining four entrances of the khruschevka.
bread, opening stewed meat cans, condensed milk containers, salads (God
shoot at strangers.
- I said that, so what are you going to do? Because of fucks like you I
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- Bahel said the same thing and sent them to the recon guys.
Then, in December, when the order came to load the gear onto the
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years of high school or lots of liqueur, impossible to translate.
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collected all kinds of these smoke makers.
build well.
who were, not so long ago, our comrades in arms.
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to 15 years old.
bar; some thinking must be done beforehand.
HQ before any news from here could reach them, and report that we dared to
it fades out.
I switched to automatic now, trying to spot where the enemy fire was
- Stuff that.
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Don't yell, brother! I tried to take the coat off him.
Dukhs were reluctant to come closer to us mom fuck
a wolf.
Their
coarse, through the Grozny.
said that on the other side of the square Marines, Paratroopers and
But more than the death herself I'm scared of becoming crippled.
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- Pashka answered for everyone.
It could be described as a tube (about 2.
They went inside.
Hey, men! I've done, carry the wounded away, I'll cover! I lay on the
feed and support this motley general, encouraging his fiery speeches.
assholes, let's roll.
bullshit I propose all you can say is yes sir.
intestines, clothes were being wound on the wheels and gears mom fuck
It seemed like his fiance was holding it
Yuri was tired of shouting into my ears, so he did not talk much.
ice picker and without any guided missiles.
rushed to help me out.
I was shouting something, too, like
eardrums barely survived it.
somebody on the field radio.
on top of our lungs.
- Yeah man.
kidneys.
heavy weight on my shoulders.
And just bit it harder with every touch,
carry out your assignment (Bahel emphasised the word your).
His face expressed both admiration and distrust at mom fuck
bodies.
motto was a close match in our case.
myself.
Back in 1937 you would've been charged with
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