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Written circa 2005.
Russia, December 1916.

It was cold in Moscow.

Two demons dressed in Ushanka hats and svita coats, one tall and lanky, the other short and squat, stood shivering in a snowdrift outside the Kremlin in Red Square. They were awaiting a “contact” to deliver news concerning final plans for the uprooting of a certain dynasty, but being Hell-folk acclimated to warmer climes, were faring poorly in the winter chill.

Finally the taller one said to the shorter one, “L-let’s get out of ‘ere, Ligur. I’m so b-bloody freezing I’ve got snotsicles.”

“Yeah? W-well I’m so bloody f-freezing I’ve got testicles.”


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