After the gate was closed, the guys outside just fought for a while and then gave up. After all, if we failed to close the door and lost a clear target for shooting, they had to hurry up and find another way instead of continuing to "nail" bullets into the walls and door panels.

While we had time to pause, the three of us moved a bench to the front of the door, where it was and held against it. I then quickly turned around and made my way to Salim, while Binyukov and Kristovich continued to look for all sorts of other messes to block the doorway.

I came to Salim and crouched down, he was lying there at the moment, but he was still breathless and sane. He whispered when he saw me coming to him, "Help. . . Help me sit up. It's pretty cool in here. ”

I dragged him to the bench to the side and took a look at his injuries. I saw that in addition to his previous two wounds, there was now another wound in his abdomen. The rate of blood loss there was faster than before, and the ground that dragged it was dragged left with a wide mark of bright red blood.

I tried to set him up and put him on the very side of the bench, avoiding the area of the gate, so it was safer, and although Salim's time was running out, I didn't want him to be hurt again.

"Hold on. Don't worry... "I checked his injuries and comforted him against my will.

Salim glanced at me and smiled, "We've known each other for a long time... You won't comfort people at all, so don't comfort anymore. After speaking, he looked at his wound, "I know, I know I can't run away this time." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the large cross on the altar in front of him, "I just didn't expect me to be in such a place... It would be nice if it was a mosque. ”

"Don't say that." I continued, "It's much harder in Chechnya. We survived, we dodged the signal flags, the GRU, and finally managed to rush out of Grozny, facing the Russian guns. ”

"Hey, hey." Salim struggled to lift his hand, "So I don't think I'm losing... It's really not a loss. After saying that, he took my hand in the hand that was blocking his bleeding hand, and shook it vigorously: "Gypsies, if you leave alive, let Grandet and the profiteers help take care of my family, although they have no worries about food and clothing, but if there is any difficulty, I hope they can help." ”

"Good. Right away, right away. I nodded, "You can tell him yourself, hold on to the Chechens, hold on." I said and was about to get the phone, but instead of letting go, Salim held my hand harder and continued, "Hey... Gypsies, don't do it in the future. It's a pleasure to fight with you ... ”

Before Salim finished speaking, the strength in his hand quickly relaxed, and he immediately lost his breath after saying the last word.

I put Salim's hand back on his body and took the gun he was still carrying from him. Then he wiped Salim's face with the clean clothes on his body.

"Salim he... Christovich looked at me and said.

I shook my head and said, "There are only three of us left. I looked up at the gate, "They're going to think of continuing to attack us." ”

"So what do we do?" Binyukov walked up to me with his arm around and said.

"How much ammunition is left?" I asked.

Kristovich put down the pistol in his right hand, quickly touched his body, and then found two magazines full of bullets and some bullets, "This is all my belongings." ”

"They're all yours." I said and pointed to his hand, "How's that hand?" ”

"I'm numb, I don't feel anything." Kristovich said as he put the magazine back in his pocket, then unloaded the pistol's magazine, "Help me fill this magazine with these bullets." ”

I nodded, picked up the magazine and looked at Binyukov on the side, he touched his body and said, "The magazine of the submachine gun. Lost in the car. That's all that's left on the gun, and about twenty rounds of ammunition. After saying that, he pulled out his pistol, "The pistol magazine is full, and I carry a magazine with me." In addition to these ... He said and touched again, "It's gone... If nail clippers were a weapon... And a nail clippers. ”

"Huh." Binyukov's last sentence made everyone smile.

I quickly filled Kristovich's magazine and helped him load it into the gun. He glanced at Binyukov after picking up the gun and threw a magazine to him, "Twenty rounds of submachine gun ammunition, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone." After that, you have to rely on this. I don't have a handy hand, so it might be more useful to leave it to you. ”

I glanced at him and gathered up my gear, "Rifle cartridges, in my gun... Never mind. I said as I picked up Salim's rifle and unloaded the magazine, pulling all the bullets out of the box, "Ten rounds... "With that, I pressed all these bullets into my magazine, and it didn't fill it, and it felt like it was only half fifteen or sixteen.

I put the gun on my back and pulled out my pistol, "There are quite a few bullets left in the pistol." Hehe. Salim also had some on him. Total... It's about forty. That's it... I looked at the cross in front of the church, "You can't stay here in the hall." Here there are windows on both sides and doors in front. When they figure out what's going on around here, they'll attack. We can't hold this place. I said, pointing down to the cross, "Retreat there." There should be other rooms and passages behind that. We'll see if we can hold on there for a while. ”

"That Salim he... Christovic glanced at Salim, who was already dead.

"Just stay here." I looked at Salim and said, "Maybe we'll all meet again soon." ”

We took our weapons and the rest of the ammunition and quickly came to the altar where the big cross was placed and looked around, the altar itself was nothing special, except that there were two doors on each side behind the altar, and the doors were closed, and we did not know where they led. But it doesn't matter where we lead anymore, we can't run away today, let's kill a few more guys before we die, and delay a little longer.

I motioned for Binyukov to go over and open the door, but just as he was walking past, there was a movement at the church door. Judging from the fact that the light that had been pierced through the bullet holes on the door was blocked, it was obvious that someone had touched the side of the door.

We don't want to waste bullets, so let's just toss them around, and just come in anyway. So I turned around and motioned for Binyukov to continue.

A new month has begun ... Thank you all for your support.

(End of chapter)