"With just a bit of luck, in a week or so he will be dangling by his neck at the end of a rope in front of the Kremlin." And right now, that is a very comforting thought.

Approaching the hill, Tanya gives a few beeps on her radio, an IFF code obviously, and they are allowed to climb unopposed. At the top they meet with a SEAL squad and some militia: they have a couple machineguns and mortars and are busy digging and moving things to set up positions.

To east and northwest of their position the main battle is raging, marked by the distant sound of gunfire and cannon, while high above planes clash.