She as bewitched, looked at how oily uvulas of a flame are eaten up by shapeless hulks chernorubashechnikov. When it
has lifted eyes, it was already surrounded goldarianskie with soldiers. The sniper with the scorched person with scope has
struck his foot. She has felt that ability to breathe leaves it. He as new blow has fallen has not had time to come to the
senses.
- You with them! - the sniper growled.
She a muddy sight has looked at it. The smoked person of the soldier has warped. Suddenly having shouted, as abnormal,
the sniper has brought down a shod boot on a head of a lying corpse. It was the Brown Fighter. The dead Brown Fighter.
Having given in to not clear feeling, She was inclined over the dead soldier. Something in it was not so... That lay on a
surface, but till this moment remains a riddle. Even in such heat Brown Fighters did not remove gas masks, and on hands at
them smooth gloves have always been put on, nobody saw their undressed at least on a belt, without speaking already
about all the rest. About them the terrible legends went, one is more terrible and sillier another, for example, on one of them,
Brown Fighters it came from strongly polluted places and so, ostensibly, have got used to the poisoned atmosphere that
rather pure air of Zaprilivja and Goldariansky Republic was for them deadly. She slowly, dreamily, has given a hand, has
seized a gas mask and has sharply jerked on itself. The head of the Fighter has moved and knocked about a stone, the gas
mask remained in a hand of Shea. Last has recoiled in horror - almond-shaped eyes looked at it glazed over from death and
the endured horror, the person has been covered by Shea wool, and of a mouth stuck out oskalennye canines. The show
was intolerable, but to a pain acquaintance - Kvid was ready to swear that he already had to see similar mugs. But when
and, the main thing - where?
- It is surprised? - With hostility the sniper has asked it goldariansky.
Badly thinking She has looked at the soldier. Hardly behind there were other snipers and arbaletchiki. Exhausted, dirty,
stained with blood, in the shabby dark blue form of Goldariansky army. Nearby smoked and extended a suffocating stench a
padded armored troop-carrier. The sniper has stepped towards Shea, too was inclined over the dead Fighter and suddenly
has furiously broken from it a glove, having opened a shaggy paw.