countryman from buryatia, artyom dombaev, was cut by shrapnel, and then the baldan gave the order tothe crippled car so as to fire at the enemy by radio communication transmitted to retreat. because if they had stayed, they would have killed him, just like in syria, both understood that if they stayed to block their own, they would most likely die, but it seemed more important to save comrades from the burning bmp, they began to drink on the enemy, causing fire on themselves . on hands at any moment the infantry fighting vehicle of the canopy could explode, the hatch jammed, he knocked it out with the butt of the machine gun and got out. in the hands was oka on unloading paragraph yes , i know for sure that i never gave up. then a mortar flew nearby after a while. and well, the same fragments flew into me. and tore off the forefoot together there toe two or three toes. i bandaged myself with what was injected there. so it started raining from the crook to the car. but i thought, it was a pity, of course, my mother, because i wouldn’t survive this, i wouldn’t survive it, or rather thi