That’s it. The second attack also failed ignominiously. We are lucky this is of course not a real hostage taker, but an i***t from the hash mountain dwellers. Had a genuine spiritual fanatic been in his place, we wouldn’t have survived.
We tie our terrorist with the very same ropes, which had only just tied our hands. We swaddle him from from fright for the sake of faith, like a little baby, he just clenches his teeth. Rahim sits at the wheel, he is trembling so, that it’s difficult to drive the car. We return to our previous base, it’s clear that we are not to reach the crossing.
Having arrived, we fall out of the car and fall directly on the dusty and crumpled grass.
‘Thank you, Maxim.’
‘Don’t worry about it.’
We arrived. How did we get here? With wonder. The UAZ stopped, we fell ou
