- Faster Faster! Why are you all crawling like turtles? - General Sivushov was tearing himself up, urging the fighters scurrying back and forth like ants.

Red, steamed, with huge wet spots on dark green vests, the commandos, raised at noon at dawn on alarm, really looked like ants. Heavily loaded, they slowly left the gates of the warehouse, and, having walked a hundred meters, they put weapons and ammunition on the BMP, which in the amount of twelve pieces, tucked to the very throat, were in full readiness for a forced march to Arkhangelsk-79.

The sun, which had just begun its journey from behind the horizon, also watched with...