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The old bridge across the river was blown up in the first war. Lieutenant Sanya, the commander of the group, commands: "To take a ford and hold!" Broad is a flimsy, iron, hinged bridge. They ran across, machine gunners starred from their dots and go. There is no "armor". She remained on the other side. Schlendem with a peshed. I feel all twenty kilos of equipment on my shoulders and fourteen - body armor. I refused the helmet. Ahead is black - a machine gunner -string. Thin, but sinewy. Rushing your machine gun, like a dog - a bone. Fyodor is behind me. "Double bass." The stooped, tall, silent. For all the time I only heard his name. He does not even tell jokes. Along the fences, the lieutenant steps a ward. Behind him is Denis with PBS in his hand. We turn around the corner ... And the dark-cherry universal "Volvo" with bearded uncles flies directly to us.

"S-S-Toy-I-Ya-Ya !! Stand, I say! " - Sasha leads the machine to the car. "Volvo" slows down. Burious bearded men, raising their hands, meekly leave a foreign car. One, tall, in a blue jeans shirt, looks at my