> navalny openly assassinated nah. > alexey sat down heavily on the floor along the wall, pulling off his pierced bulletproof vest. a young girl, a medic, noticed him and immediately moved his way, but he waved his hand: "i'll be fine; help those who are seriously injured." instead of a doctor, a short, inconspicuous man with catlike movements approached him. he managed to keep his uniform clean even in this hell.  > "alexey anatolyevich, do you know that today, based on the totality of your merits, your criminal record is being erased? when the assault is over, you can return to your family." > "don't," alex waved his wounded hand and grimaced. "you didn't tell them that i volunteered, did you? they don't really need me. they stole all my money; my wife is a whore, and my daughter... she ruined my daughter too  > "so what should i tell them?"  > "tell them that i... died in prison! what do i have..." he looked at the medic girl for help: "what is it called?  - "the blood clot has come off," the girl suggested. "the easiest death." "well, as you wish, alexey alatolyevich," the little man bowed.  > alex stood up and approached the nurse when it was his turn. the burning akhz was smoking outside; the artillery shook the earth, not sparing shells for the azov fleeing from imminent retribution. and above the ruins of avdiivka, the russian tricolor soared high, fluttering in the february winds . raised by his, alexei navalny's, hands
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