Seregin jumped off from a passing cart and looked around. He was satisfied with the intelligence and already dispersed his group in Zelenka. And he moved forward.

Somewhere here. The town consisted of mountains of broken rubble, formerly residential houses, in the basements of which some inhabitants continued to live, and a cemetery of burnt machinery, which no one wanted to disassemble. Seregin was in civilian camouflage, worn out by all kinds of assorted military clothing worn by locals.

Having waited until the cart had disappeared, Seregin pulled a crossbow out of his backpack, inserted it into the guide case, and with an effort hand grip pulled the string. He faded and shot strictly up. Somewhere at the height, the instructions claimed that the crossbow shoots almost 200 meters, the case opened with a deaf clap of the activated parachute. Seregin did not look there. All his attention was riveted on a palm-sized device. There, on the top, under a parachute, a small radar was turned on, which transmitted the signal to Seregina’s gadget. The radar scanned the airspace in search of any flying objects. In theory, he could even see birds and shells, but the radar was not interested in them. The radar searched for drones - small flying vehicles that transmitted video to their distant operator. Therefore, the radar radius of action was small, just for direct visibility.

In this case, the sky remained clear. The enemy Avax, which hung over the theater of military operations, was, of course, able to detect the radiation of Seregin’s radar, but what could he do? Such devices because of their cheapness were widely distributed in the front line. To send each time a link of attack aircraft?

Seregin found a parachute among the ruins, like a boy he liked to mess with an ingenious toy, and he allowed himself the pleasure of launching it into the sky himself each time.

No one caught his eye. And Seregin clicked the transmitter of the radio station, because negotiations were not allowed. Somewhere among the ruins a hatch opened, and he was hailed. A minute later he was in the underground passage, which went behind the lantern of the person who met him. A few minutes later Seregin was stunned.

The tunnel ended in a spacious headquarters room without windows, apparently quite deep. At the entrance was an ordinary horizontal bar, as in the usual barracks. This was often practiced in the Soviet army, so that no one passed by without catching up.

Along the racks of the horizontal bar, boxes were piled on top of each other, on which, with their legs spread wide, a completely naked girl stood. Hands she leaned on the crossbar, which was at her belt level. The man who was ahead of Seregin lingered under the girl to lick her crotch, and with a gesture called him behind him:

- Respect our star!

Seregin obediently touched his tongue to the place between the holes. The girl smelled thick with desire. He passed between her legs and looked up. The girl was a very beautiful mulatto, her hands were tied to the crossbar. Therefore, she could not descend, just as she could not move her legs to one of the pyramids of the boxes.

- Why is the star?

“And she is covering our military plans here,” said Gleb, an old partisan known to Seguin, who remained sitting at the table.

“Yes, a real star, a television one,” explained the one who had led Seryogin, and extended his hand, “Semenov.”

- Not understood? - Seregin felt the problem.

- Yes, we got the correspondents ... Last time ...

Seregin swore. And he was told.

The task of the partisans was to intercept the supply convoys to the large NATO checkpoint. Today, they had to intercept the third. The task of Seregin’s detachment was to capture this post.The first two convoys disappeared without a trace and the inhabitants of the checkpoint were rather demoralized. They could even surrender what Seregin had hoped for. A group of TV people apparently went with the convoy, but for some reason it was lagging behind and appeared at the scene of the battle, when it was all over to be captured by the partisans.

- And you decided to take them prisoner? Why? - Seregin looked at the girl incredulously, trying to understand whether she understood him? In his question, the knowledge of the sad fact that the partisans, not being professional saboteurs, did not take prisoners, came through. On the territory of the enemy there was nowhere to go.

- Well, they are correspondents from a neutral country, that we are beasts or what?

- And you her? Togo?

“What the hell are you!” Gleb laughed with his eyes at Seryogin’s anger, “According to legend, we are locals, and our supposed wives would simply not allow us anything like that.” We left it to you, Seregin. Washed, shaved - caress, tease. They tell about your love stories of the legend, and I suppose how many months already there were no women?

Seregin showed two fingers.

“Well, take her back.” We are interested in when she starts asking for sex. For two hours now. All flows, but does not ask. Iron girl. Are they all there in Brazil?

“Why in Brazil?” Seregin looked at the girl’s face, and thought: gorgeous! But I am starved now all the girls are beautiful.

- Yes, she is a little dark.

- Just a mulatto, and the operator? - Seregin remembered, - They are usually two or three in a group!

- And the operator sits in the corner.

Semenov intervened in the conversation:

- The third was the driver, we had him ... to stop their car.

- And all the convoys disappear without a trace ...

- And then!

The hosts zagogotali something his own, and Seregin peered into the corner. Dark-skinned, which is why he did not immediately notice him, the operator was sitting in his pants alone in a chair in the corner. His pants were bristling in front, one can see the scene, as his boss caress his tongues, could not leave him indifferent.

Throughout this conversation, Seregin sensed some kind of trick, some kind of understatement. The guerrillas clearly outweighed some problem. He wanted to bark, but the interlocutors, who had begun to gather, looked at each other and suddenly became serious.

- The girl is a girl, but they have almost a terabyte of video with them. They took this out there! In general, if you decide to satisfy a girl, it is better to do this before you look. Come on, we will check the sky. Seregin grabbed a backpack. Both partisans, one by one, stopped in front of the girl, while Semenov tapped Gleb on the shoulder:

- Do not get carried away !, - and attached himself.

- Tasty girl.

Seguinu wanted to show the class, and with the tip of his tongue he smacked the clitoris - the girl arched and growled:

- Fuck me please!

“Well, you are a beast,” said Gleb respectfully, “just stuck in it - and immediately the result!”

- After such and such artillery preparation!

The guerrillas missed Seregina to the exit.

Once on the surface, he untied the backpack, and again launched up the radar.

This time the handheld squealed. His screen was faded and did not show anything except the direction of approach of the drone relative to the operator - a good element base with the beginning of the war was lost. But Seregin was enough. In the backpack was a small pipe MANPADS. Seregin, with ostentatious carelessness, fired in the right direction: four small jet rockets tandem jumped out of the barrel, turned on their engines, leveled off and rushed towards an invisible target. After a few seconds, they simultaneously exploded somewhere far away. MANPADS was designed specifically to combat the UAV, the power of its missiles was not enough to bring down a serious target. But for the drone was enough. They didn’t even need to be shot down, it was enough to disable the fragile video equipment, interrupt the signal, and even minor damage was enough for the small aircraft to not return to the base. Attempts by the enemy to make the aircraft radar invisible, maneuvering, reactive, armored did not make sense, because they made the drone expensive.Attempts to encode a video signal or turn it on strictly above the target deprived the sense of intelligence. DRLO airplanes fixed the work of the radar and the death of their UAV, but in order to guarantee destruction ...