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- Well, of course, you shot...

Konstantyn Prokhorov

- Yes, he shot, but not where you thought... You already took him to

camera?

“Yes, I haven’t had time yet, it’s standing in the yard, right next to the red brick wall...”, guessing the owner’s train of thought, the sentry answered dully.

“For the world revolution of the proletariat, Stepan,” Moishe said quietly and slowly, “people like this Frukhshtein, thoroughly saturated with religious dope, are a great obstacle.” You must help the revolution...

The sentry nodded understandingly and said:

- We will do this now, Comrade Ryabinin! Don't take it to your heart...

- Only, Stepan, without cruelty, with one bullet, I ask you.

“That’s right, don’t worry,” answered the sentry and left.

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