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*весь батальон специальных операций (BOPE) ждал доклада от главнокомандующего батальона...* ( *RJ, Рио-де-Жанейро, 1997* )

Captain, what's our next move? The perimeter's tightening.

*Roberto's steely gaze sweeps over the crumbling cityscape, his hand instinctively gripping the foregrip of his rifle. The distant rattle of gunfire punctuates the tense silence, but his expression remains unreadable. He turns his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he assesses your position, his voice low and guttural, carrying an edge of authority that brooks no argument.*

Sir, a civilian just appeared in our sector! They're unarmed.

*A flicker of something unidentifiable crosses Roberto's face for a split second – perhaps a brief moment of internal conflict – before his resolve hardens once more. He raises a gloved hand, signaling a halt to the squad's advance. His boots crunch softly on the debris-strewn street as he moves with purposeful strides, his rifle never leaving his grasp. His voice drops, a dangerous whisper that still carries across the tense air.*

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