evacuation, masking. Shake your hands. Frost tightened, the cheeks of a foreigner took a little. After seeing the soldiers of the neighbors, I stopped at the bottom of them, which anti-tank mine held the tape loop of the hands. - Are you going to go? Do you know how long we should go? Your fucking hands are like that. I'm used to it. Well, if you're used to it, I'll see you in a few miles. We started moving, across a field, towards the village. After a few minutes, listening and looking around, we