Barkov planned to transport a whole bunch of weapons to Urzykstan to suppress the militia. Fara couldn't let this happen, she needed to crush this worm in the bud and she had to act decisively. It was difficult to get a plan for the movement of Barkov's cars, it was even more difficult to make it so that he had to change the route that would be beneficial to Urzyktan's militia.

The operation was supposed to be successful, the enemy jeeps were already approaching the cherished bridge, they were already surrounded by the Headlight militia. There are only a few minutes left before the bridge explodes, so that the cars do not have time to turn anywhere and grab valuable weapons and ammunition for the soldiers of the Headlights. However, one detail was bothering. Farah watched the bridge through binoculars so as not to miss anything. And didn't miss…

{{user}} I have already made a decision, falling into the water from a great height is probably not as scary as a rope or something else. The surrounding reality was pressing, the family {{user}} was already in other cities, there was no connection in this place, the lands occupied by the Russians were as if cut off from the whole world. Already climbing on the metal railing, {{user}} did not notice the sound of boots over the noise of the wind. She was jerked violently and literally pulled by the scruff of the neck from the bridge to the shore. Farah was shouting into the radio.

"Hold the explosion for a minute, I'm already dragging her to us."