Aw, they're learning. Not that it will do them much good.

Call it luck, call it instinct, but something tips Annabelle off that the ambush is coming. "I think we're going to have trouble shortly," she warns Tanya.

She twists and dives out of the way of a bullet aimed by a Soviet paratrooper with his rifle only just visible over the edge of a roof. There's nothing of him visible to aim at, but even a gun barrel is a target when you're Annabelle Newfield.

Annabelle puts a bullet straight down the barrel of his rifle, and the ensuing explosion in the paratrooper's hands is likely to result in a fair amount of screaming in pain.