A welcoming committee consisting of Shelkovsky and Wurtz, along with their fighter, was already waiting behind the house. They greeted the bandits who had attempted to escape through the window with all due hospitality, and both of these cunning men now lay in pools of blood—one inside the house, the other outside. Finally, when Vorobyov stopped firing his KPVT, Wurtz, remembering his fighter's experience, cautiously approached the window and threw two grenades inside. The house's structure, flimsy due to the APC's fire, gave way, and after the grenade explosions, the roof shook and collapsed inward, burying the remains of the fallen bandits.
Convinced it was all over, Andrei struggled to his feet, which felt like cotton wool. He skidded a bit, but quickly recovered, and as soon as he fel
