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The filmmakers, all five of them, were sitting not far from Kloss's tent. It was amazing to feel with your asses how quickly the sand cools in the evening. Just hot, frying, and after fifteen minutes it is pleasantly warm, and after another fifteen minutes - chilling, drawing heat from the body, like a pump. The sun in these parts was setting quickly and it was getting dark just as quickly around. Crimson reflections on the horizon were already in a completely black sky, and in the battalion camp, lighting lanterns burned with juicy balls, searchlights searched the surroundings from the towers with tight white beams.

There was an unusual bustle in the camp for this hour. Dinner was crumpled, the soldiers quickly choked on porridge and bread from plastic bowls right on the street, without going inside the dining room. They quickly washed down with tea, lined up and fled, another platoon ran in their place, huddled at the delivery window. The weapons hung on everyone's shoulder, or stuc