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... ng the turns by habit, one hand in his coat pocket, feeling the smooth edge of a folded note.
He was summoned at nine.
It was nine when he reached the door.
The guard opened the door.
Stalin stood by the map table with his back to the room, pipe in the corner of his mouth.
Voroshilov sat around.
Two senior NKVD men stood near the wall.
On the table the map of Eastern Europe lay open.
Stalin did not turn when they entered. "Sit," he ...
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