come back home, he won’t say hello, but okay, okay, but he looks like, and alexander petrovich, komchatkaddy, comrade. they sang songs, this is him, the wingman saw, i saw the collapse of such alekseev together in spain , how he jumped out of the car in this square, we need to save him, but the weather is not suitable for flying, he asks us, as if it’s raining like crazy, but i love boards, water... puts out the fire, only you can, sasha, but don’t take risks aimlessly on the first order to go home, i can do it, come on calmly, i can, decide to do it, do it. here, here, as often as samchaska, i am sirazha, how can you hear me, reception, the target is detected, the pilot seems to be wounded, be careful, sasha, don’t risk it, i’ll pick you up, the germans, kilometers from him, he found him, wounded, the germans, nearby, it’s unclear. for a wound, maybe not glands at all, risking a pilot’s car is a loss of the people’s place, orphan, return to base, this is an order, as you heard me, welcome, understood. what did the corrupt skin want, i brought the children here on purpose, they will be to