I immediately declined, since I wasn't yet familiar with weapons and wouldn't have minded taking a training course. However, I quickly realized who could help with this matter.
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Covered from head to toe in grease and oil, I helped Kuzmich, Konstantin, and Sergey repair the third truck. The wrecked cabin didn't exactly inspire confidence, but Sergey Voronov was optimistic—he'd repaired worse accidents, he said. Short bursts of automatic fire could be heard from the village—the former Afghan veteran was training the girls. Slavik took his new job very seriously and swore there would be no accidents.
I knew nothing about engines. In fact, just two weeks ago, I would have been convinced that the days were long gone when a car owner had to be able to fix his own car by digging around in t
