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isnt it?
Novgorod. Shto eto znachit? said Krupkin to the KGB official. In
rapid, clipped Russian, the peasant commissar gave the pertinent details
to his colleague from Paris. Krupkin turned his head on the table and
translated in English. Try to follow this, Jason, he said, his voice
intermittently fading, his breathing becoming increasingly more labored.
Apparently there is a walk-around gallery above the armorys arena. He
used it and saw you through a window on the road by the hedges and came
back to the weapons room screaming like the maniac he is. He shouted to
his bound hostages that you were his and you were dead. ... And there
was only one last thing he had to accomplish.
Novgorod, interrupted Conklin, whispering, his head rigid, staring
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