Dios mio... que pesadilla, nunca se ha visto la guerra así. Una pesadilla total.
S1(operator): fucking hell. Volodya minus.
S#(all others soldiers): Tolya 300(wounded)
S1: What's with Tolya?
S#(screaming): Tolya 300
S1: That's it. He's not 300, he's 200(dead).
/walks closer
S1: That's it, guys. He's 200.
S#: Guys, walkie-talkie. Take walkie-talkie.
S#: Fuck, shell-shocked. I got shell-shocked.
S1: Chip we're leaving.
S#: He's done?
S1: Yes.
S#: He's done.
S#: 200.
S1(heavy breathing): Fuck.
S#(from afar): Tolya 200?
S#: Yes.
S1(to walkie-talkie): I'm Deryl, I'm Deryl. Tolya 300. Kai 300. 200. 200. We're leaving. He's 200. He's 200. (probably it was hard to think straight, so he said "Tolya 300" at first, instead of "200")
S#: Nah.
S#: Let's scram.
S$(can't understand what he's saying at the start): ... please, fuck!
S1: We're leaving.
S#: Did you took walkie-talkie?
S1: Yes.
S1: Chip, maybe you'll take a second one?
S#: What?
S1: Here, look for a second one.
S$(probably wounded or want to take the body with them): Guys. Please, fuck.
S1: I'm Deryl, I'm Deryl. Kai 200. We're retreating.
S$: Guys, please.
S1(trying to calm down the pleading guy): There, there.
S#: Kai 200! Kai 200!
S#: Wait, wait, wait! Wait.
S1: Be careful, guys.
S#(somewhere near): What? Talk.
S1(while looking at a soldier that standing in a distance): Don't freak out, bro. Don't freak out. Sit.
S#(somewhere near): I got fucking shell-shocked.
S1(while looking at a soldier standing in a distance again): Don't freak out. Everything perfect.
S#: Give me walkie-talkie.
S1: Here, brother. But no one is answering.
/Some soldier trying to contact someone through walkie talkie nearby
S1: Lie down!
S#(somewhere nearby): Guys, let's scram!
S1: Alright. Retreat in dashes, men!
S#(somewhere nearby): ...until we're being fucking hit.
S1(laid down, but instantly gets up): It's ours! Retreat, men! We're retreating!
S1: Disperse! They can see us! There are fucking high buildings.