stripped. From the enemy, of course, did not hide the redeployment of the Opolchensk formations. Not understanding its existence, the APU, like madmen, burned from all the guns. Before Cherevkovka, there were two kilometers, or even less, when the driver managed to fly into practical concrete blocks at the entrance to the city and break the crankcase of the cedar car. Of course we were driving with the lights off, so blaming him for the accident was stupid. True, all the imagination will now have to drag on itself. Cedar remembered the day he considered the hardest of his life. The day when fifty-two volunteers led by Igor Strelkov illegally crossed the Russian-Sco-Ukrainian border and took Slavyansk under the control. That was almost three months ago. Then Strelkovtsy passed several dozen kilometers in complete unloading. Left without transport and wrapping a box of ammunition on his shoulders, Cedar realized that now he would face an equally exhausting march-throw. * * * Dima Zhukov - that was the name of Cedar on the road - was a little short of a fort when he first went as a volunteer to the Crimea, and then got into the famous rifle squad. Because of the gray hair, he looked even older, his age weight was also added by a deep vocalism. Even at the front, he tried to keep the post, however, his Orthodoxy was not obtrusive or radical.