Something has heavy fallen a cropper in a corridor, and shouts were distributed.
Still impact, and a door with a crash has failed inside. The general has moved and
has awkwardly got into a holster.
In a corridor banged boots, another's speech was heard. Auto agent hurried up,
being afraid to not be in time, but the pistol did not wish to get out. As if has acquired
ledges and corners with which purposely clinged to a creaking leather of a holster.
In a doorway there were people in the grey form. Forward held in hands a
machine gun of MG, it is easy, as if a plumelet though the weight in that has more
than hundred pounds. The uniform of the German has been splashed crimson,
and eyes, transparent as if water of a mountain stream, looked rigidly.
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