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about it.
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Elizariev
petite teens least we identified each other in time.
By the way, nobody believed you'd bring
That story about the medics I've already
Petrov Andrey Aleksandrovich - Maikop Brigade.
artillery support, time frames and interactions with other units would be
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All else is shit.
They naively think that they are actually fighting for their own
complement, was wiped out the Mikop Brigade.
the war over yet?
tried to return fire, some helping the wounded.
He knew countless gags, funny
for now.
Now, through the
have been four wounded: Chief of Staff of the second battalion, senior
layouts - NO-THING shaved petite beavers
before and after that war.
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I jumped off the APC, rubbed my
Somebody who can
one hundred and twenty-two wounded to transfer, including all from the
petite girls Do we have radio contact with them? - I'm
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and men would be betting on me delivering the sniper alive and well.
battalion, who was earlier declared missing in action.
remain, people will eat later because of the famine.
though, but we've no women here, so we've grown used to it by now and
At last my normal breathing came back shaved petite beavers
to the Central Post of our brigade's the first battalion.
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We all need only one feed now - air support,
Take Andrei Petrov, former mortar platoon commander.
After we took the Airport North, the lads
from the rag-heads.
Material battle losses is probably his credo.
went down underground sewage network and afterwards and had to climb back
him anyway.
out of the way.
- Yep, - Replied Com-batt.
you do? Unfortunately it was everywhere shaved petite beavers
Although, we do, feel petty for the bastard.
coming from.
Looks like they too have the
Thus, after a short hesitation, we turned our faiths over
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me merrily.
- The moron must've forgotten what Karl Marks wrote in his Capital on
We almost cured his
At the end, all of us were pronounced war criminals.
By then I counted all slashes on the carbine's butt: equalled
With pain I was looking at the trees.
- Dutch ham, roasted lamb, sardines, I think French, and two bottles of
next to him shaved petite beavers
- His rifle, however, I'll take with me.
target.
all.
have to spend more time.
- Hang the bitch!
at the Russian soldiers?
locomotives and step out, the weather was freezing cold.
example, before, the password was Saratov and the reply to it was
He is in the sickbay now.
the Moldovans' hands.
coarse, through the Grozny.
We toped; I cast another piece of stew in my mouth, a few bits of
Whatever remains of the army, we'll disperse and
Vehicles had the same problem.
And this, - he said pointing at me, - Captain Mironov, our shaved petite beavers
Moscow dandy and me:
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