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Karpov Vechaslav Viktorovich, Allied HQ representative, General Command HQ
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and break out.
the tank's gun was back to its normal state and the rope with the dead man
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ass.
the table.
All who could fire weapons rode on top of
representative kept cheerless expression on his face with his thin lips,
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freezing cold fix an engine or give soldiers a good lecture.
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go, to us, the good guys, and death to the morons.
Sniper!!??.
- Let's go clean them up.
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concealed, completely motionless.
was nice and simple, but now, the thing is a brain surgery, without ten
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A bit of a hotshot though: like
Now Semeon and I were blasting off our grenades into the window where
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held back.
wet though, possibly from my sweat or humidity.
In the first one we found the Shmel
Some smarty-pants in the
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but drink themselves stupid at every inspection and then departing for home
And again the room went buzzing with noise, this time with approval petite girls
orders of their Motherland, their Party, their Government and hell knows
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the first place.
remembered.
dead.
Tired of the circus, I asked surrounding us grunts, amongst which I
well yourself.
They were getting themselves ready
rather had Vodka.
By the way, our opponents were
OK, while the spooks and us are mincing one another, someone in Moscow has
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that the convoy won't be able to break out and would have to return.
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up the smoke diversion.
They naively think that they are actually fighting for their own
Before then, some local Kulibin (famous Russian inventor of the 19th
Someone from the back of the room declared:
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From
But first, we had to take the bridge over the
will leave no marks.
Then I looked
unfamiliar officer.
knocked out Karpov and the remains of Semeonov's body and left for the
Would you do it? Does it make you sick? Some go for it.
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There is also an aiming mechanism, but since the
inhaling I tried to push the clog in my throat further down, glancing at the
flooded my throat, worm wave swamped my guts and halted somewhere inside the
- Ah, Slava, how was the trip? Got the sniper?
It's likely he'll be awarded a medal of some sort
A fairytale of firearms.
- OK, children, let's move it.
His nickname is
because of morons politicians.
eaten and drunk, but we all knew who amassed most of it and using Pahka's
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