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- Listen, Sanych, - Peter Mikhailovich turned to Tarasov with a smile, - Who does he think he is? He needs a comfortable flight? Including a landing on the offshore drilling rig? ...At least we're landing, he should be happy! -Michalych, don’t be a child. You know the situation perfectly well. Help me get his support. -We will help. -It was quiet in the chart room. Andrei, who was the pilot navigator, was engaged in calculations and preparations for the flight. - Of course, Dima, you surprise me too. Do you really think that in that damn Moscow someone is waiting for you? Your home is here. Sergei, the squad leader, can cover your mistakes if you need it. - Mikhalych! – [unable to withstand Dmitriy shouts]: - You are looking at this situation from an old man’s perspective. I was taught this way: you set a goal for yourself, judging the situation, and until you win you push for success. - You are like Makedonckiy. - Here we go again, Peter Mikhailovich. We should lo
