The distance between them and Shelkovsky in the APC was rapidly closing, but there was still no way to fire at the BMP. Andrei himself still couldn't figure out the type of BMP, but Seva, who knew a bit about military vehicles, helped him out—he identified it as a BMP-1. It was an old, almost ancient model. Their grenade launchers would be more than enough to deal with it. That is, of course, if they hit.
"They'll reach the APC and see Shelkovsky very soon. Or Sasha will start shooting ahead of time," Andrey thought nervously, trying to calculate whether the APC would have time to crawl out to where it needed to.
The situation was getting tense, the slight tremor that he had managed to suppress with such difficulty appeared in his hands again, his body tensed up, and his heart seemed abo
