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small detail of the Pravda and the eighty men of her crew. Their dead faces seemed to materialize in the mist over the deck. Their whispers grew louder. "Join us in hell"
"Hold him at the rail," the colonel said in Spanish. The soldiers hauled him to his feet and held him bent over the rail.
Colonel Sanchez-Diaz put his pistol to the base of Krasny's skull and pulled the trigger. The explosion was mingled with a sound like a watermelon smashing.
"Over," he said.
Viktor Krasny vanished in the darkness.
"It never fails to astonish me," Colonel Sanchez-Diaz said, handing his pistol to a soldier to be cleaned, "how simply these things are done."

 
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