about a kilometer and a half of us, but he was waiting for the northwest, and he came to the north, so he made a decent hook. After some time I first heard conversations, then a lot of steps and hurried to appear syllables of people white maskhalats. We waited for the first fighter, met him distorted, so that he waited for 149 all and moved out in the direction indicated by me along the lesoporos, our conditional node of communication, isam and Johnny left, as it was cool to stand in the water. When we returned to him, we saw that Dublers had returned as "seas." Our comrades were nothing, but their dowry comrades looked very unimportant, tired, exhausted, and steaming like horses. Then I saw what I had remembered all my life. A soldier from a dowry unit, a lot of inexperience, takes a mat, lies down on him, covers himself with a tent cloak and tries to fall asleep. Fucking hell