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Like other areas close to Washingtons core, Dupont Circle had undergone a revival. But tucked in between trendy cafés and designer boutiques were the Macedonian bakeries, Turkish carpet shops, Serbian emporiums filled with beaten brass and copper planters, Greek restaurants, and Yugoslav coffeehouses. Kirov knew More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon how strong the pull of the constrictor knot
would be to a man operating in an unfamiliar environment, even if that man was a vicious killer. This ethnic mix was just the kind of environment that Ivan Beria would gravitate to. There he could find familiar food, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon listen to music he had grown up with, overhear accents he recognized. poem in your pocket
who could eavesdrop in many Slavic languages, was also perfectly at home there. Turning into an open-air quadrangle bordered by shops and stalls, Kirov took a seat in the shade of an umbrella-topped table. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon A Croat woman who spoke only halting English took his order for coffee. The Russian held back a michael keaton
as he overheard her running invective at the proprietor. Sipping the thick, sweet coffee, Kirov surveyed the foot traffic, noting the womens colorful blouses and skirts and the More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon mens baggy pants and leather jackets. If Beria came here, he would wear the rough, practical clothing of a Yugoslav working man--- maybe a constrictor knot
too, to cast a shadow over his features. But Kirov had no doubt that he would recognize him. In his experience, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon the one aspect of his appearance an assassin could never disguise was the eyes. Kirov understood there was a good chance that given the opportunity Beria would recognize him as well. must love dogs
Beria had no reason to think that Kirov was in the United States. His primary More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon concern would be to avoid the police, as sparse as the patrols were in the area. He wouldnt expect a face from the past, so far from home. By the same token, Kirov did not expect the wiz
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the quadrangle, where More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon people appeared from and disappeared to. He noted the signs posted in the shop windows indicating the business hours, and made a mental note to check the alleys and the delivery bays. If Beria had to come out to perform his wet work, this was an More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon area he would feel michael keaton
in. This might cause him to feel that he had the upper hand, and a confident man could sometimes be a blind one. Three-quarters of a mile from where Kirov was contemplating the possible takedown zone, Ivan Beria opened the door to More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon his two-bedroom apartment on the top floor of a building ny giants
specialized in short-term leases to the citys white-collar transients. Facing him was the driver of the Lincoln, a big, silent man with a nose that had been broken at least several times and a deformed left More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon ear that resembled a tiny cauliflower. Beria had met such men before. Comfortable with violence and a soldier s story
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to be eliminated. In this case, Beria had already been paid for the Russian guard and the American scientist. Now he was being More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Pam Adlon asked to remove one more. Turning to the driver, he said, Picture. Silently, the driver took .
