As dug in, I pressed my back to the concrete parapet. Geiger's counter chattered with a tireless grasshopper, surrendering to the brain with the inexorable ticking of a clock retarder. The ejection raged around me, but I did not feel a headache and nausea. The broadcast, just a minute ago, bursting with commands and cries of despair of the militants of both clans, fell silent. PDA showed no signs of life. Gently and silently put aside, distorted by a heavy bullet (again not mine!) useless "gauss" and again I feel my faithful AKMS in my hands. I saved it in the end, like a Bayer foreign first-aid kit with an auto-injector, to use only when it becomes completely unbearable...