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Three minivans turned from the night highway into the forest to a country road, shook a little on the bumps and, turning off the headlights, drove into a moonlit clearing, and then carefully rolled between the trees, hiding among the darkness between the trunks and branches. Dismounted.

Hot, and with him 12 fighters from the capture group of the Central Directorate of the Anti-Drug Committee of Krum, clubfoot, so as not to make noise with brushwood on the grass, silently went through the forest to where the lights of the estate were barely guessed. We went out to the edge of the trees, seeing a cottage in front of us, more precisely, almost a castle - three-story, with towers, surrounded by utility yards, a bathhouse, a swimming pool, garages and a long one-story house for servants.

They cut off a couple of coils of barbed wire, dashed across the treadmill and pressed against the wall of the warehouse. In a squat, in single file so as not to stick out in the light from the windows, we