![]() ![]() The men around the table smiled at their friend’s behavior. While he was twice as brave as his assembled colleagues, he was easily less than half as refined, and in a demonstration of his lack of finesse, he downed his brandy in one long swallow. His skin was severely pockmarked and his left eye drooped slightly, due to a grenade that had exploded in his face as he was pushing one of his men out of danger’s way. His salt-andpepper- colored hair was trimmed in a military-style crew cut. Yazov was a man of above-average height with a solid build. I think this will be one of the coldest we have seen in a long time.” Crossing over to the bar, he withdrew a decanter of brandy and filled a delicate crystal snifter. He was the last of the five men to arrive. “Winter has come too early this year,” Dmitri Yazov complained as he threw his long overcoat onto a chair near the door. ![]()
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