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"Let's go," he said, and the car jerked forward. They sped first through the field, then jumped out onto the track and rushed towards Marinka. They didn't know if the sniper had time to "work" on them, - there were no hits, no sound from the flight. They wouldn't have heard the bullets anyway, the Niva's engine was roaring like a jet. But now it was no longer important, they had left the affected area. The danger is over".
