Nicholas

Male | Unspecified | 5 to 10 minutes
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EXTRACT: On a busy city corner Kazakovs pulls up outside an army supply centre where the slug and Gazelle stand impatiently. They clamber in the front - the slug whispering something under his breath. As Kazakovs navigates his way to our mystery destination I am tossed this way and that. I wonder - is this the last time I will witness the wintry streets of Moscow? Finally, as dusk approaches - we reach the steady banks of the Moskva. I anticipate that any breathe could be my last.

Nicholas

Male | Unspecified | 5 to 10 minutes
Starts on page 3

EXTRACT: I was a poor revolutionary. Of the enemy I killed too few. Estimates? Well...(Nicholas shrugs) ...they vary. Most would suggest zero - but I know it to be otherwise. Never take for fact what the rabble regard as common knowledge - it will trip you up every time. Soldiers - for instance, they talk. They have much time in which to do so. Rumours that Comrade Stalin is a Tzarist spy sweep the camp like wildfire.