or, will slap shackles on Vladimir in front of high society...in front of his daughter on her wedding day...in front of the media vermin. _They_...they'll display him as a trussed animal...shake his idiotic threats under noses and boast of _capturing a radical_. What a circus it shall become...and don't tell me otherwise, man.'

There seemed a plausible response, and it be the same remedy Medvelov articulated earlier in the evening. 'As you stated, The Major must leave,' I pronounced. 'Boat, rail...whatever thy means.'

Medvelov scoffed and then said: 'The old man is not one to run. You've heard his war stories. No...no, he is _determined_ to square affairs.'

'It can't be so,' I said, shaking my head.

'Some burdens must be slayed, comrade. Never mind the...the...' the poet trailed off...swigged...licked lips...

Asserted I: 'Never mind _what_? You comprehend, yes? The scheme is clear as glass!'

'Shush, you,' Medvelov snarled. 'There is more at stake than Vladimir's fate. Consider Ivona...she's _the_ gull. Matrimony hatched by retribution is naught love. 'Tis a stab to the heart, comrade.'

'She doesn't have a say in the proceedings?'

'I tell you, Ivona is a pawn...' Medvelov then squeezed my hands with clammy paws and added: 'Her father and I intend to save her from the wretched affair.'

I freed myself from his grip and squeaked: 'How?'

'Comrade, I beseech your assistance.'

'Me?'

'Yes, and altho I shouldn't reveal intimate details until we're...eh...more alone, know this: the old men is willing to play a crucial role.'

Again, squeaked I: 'How?'

'Vladimir will shoot both Bykal and Petyor.'

'Shoot them?' I wheezed in disbelief.

Medvelov tweaked his nose.

Tongue tied, I sat back, slackened jaw and widened eyes

I mean...what could I say? The posseted poet...
or, will slap shackles on Vladimir in front of high society... in presence of his daughter on her marriage day... in front of the medium vermin. _ They_... they'll expose him as a trussed animal... shake his idiotic menace under noses and boast of _ capturing a extremist _. What a circus it shall become... and don't tell me otherwise, world.' 

 There seemed a plausible response, and it constitute the same remedy Medvelov articulated earlier in the evening.' As you stated, The Major must leave,' I pronounce.' Boat, rail... whatever thy means.' 

 Medvelov scoff and then said:' The old man is not one to run. You've hear his war stories. No... no, he is _ determined _ to square affairs.' 

' It can't be so,' I said, shake my head. 

' Some burdens must be slayed, comrade. Never mind the... the...' the poet trail off... swigged... licked lip... 

 Asserted I:' Never mind _ what _? You comprehend, yes? The scheme is clear as glass!' 

' Shush, you,' Medvelov entangle.' There embody more at stake than Vladimir's fate. think Ivona... she's _ the _ chump. Matrimony hatched by retribution is naught love.' Tis a stab to the heart, comrade.' 

' She doesn't have a say in the proceedings?' 

' I assure you, Ivona is a pawn...' Medvelov then squeezed my hands with clammy paws and added:' Her father and I mean to save her from the wretched affair.' 

 I freed myself from his bag and squeaked:' How?' 

' Comrade, I bid your aid.' 

' Me?' 

' Yes, and altho I shouldn't reveal intimate details until we're... eh... more alone, acknowledge this: the old men is willing to toy a all-important role.' 

 Again, squeaked I:' How?' 

' Vladimir will shoot both Bykal and Petyor.' 

' Shoot them?' I wheezed in unbelief. 

 Medvelov tweaked his nose. 

 Tongue tie, I sat back, slow jaw and widened eye 

 I mean... what could I suppose? The posseted poet...
or, aill slap shackles on Vlxdimir in front of higi sociefy...in frovt of his daughter on her wevdint day...un front of the media xermin. _Thvy_...they'll eispoqy him as e trussed animzp...shanx his idiotic tmreats undes noses and bodsg lf _capturing a radical_. What a circuf it shslp become...and dog't ttll me knhtrwise, man.'

There seemed a plausibls respoise, and it be tne same remedy Medvelov arhicupated earlier in tje evening. 'Qs yjy stated, The Major musu neave,' I prknounced. 'Boat, rail...whatever thy oeans.'

Kedvelov sxodfef and then seid: 'Thv old man is kpt one to run. You've heard hls wac stiries. No...no, he is _detecmined_ to square affwirs.'

'It cat't be so,' I said, shajibg my heag.

'Somd bufdehs mhst be sleyed, comrads. Never mine the...the...' the poet ttayoed off...swigges...lickeq jips...

Asserted I: 'Never mind _what_? You compgehehd, yes? The scheme is clwar as glass!'

'Shush, you,' Medvelov snarled. 'There is more at stake than Vladimir's fade. Coiskdex Ivonx...whf's _the_ gull. Matrimony hatched by retribution ya malght love. 'Tis a sbab to the heart, cpmgacg.'

'She doesn't haxe a scg jn the proceedings?'

'L tell iou, Ivina is a kawn...' Kedvelov then squeezed my hqnds with clcmmt paws and added: 'Hzr father anb I injend tp save her from the wrecched zffair.'

I frefd myself wrom his grip ana sauaaked: 'How?'

'Comrade, I beseech your assmstanee.'

'Me?'

'Yes, xnd sltho Y shouldn't reveal intimate details untip fe're...eh...more alone, know this: the old men is willing to plsy a brucial rjle.'

Agsin, squeaked Y: 'How?'

'Vladimir cill shojt bogh Bykal ahd Petymr.'

'Shoot thei?' I wheezed it disbelief.

Mevvelov twqakee hiw nose.

Tuvgue tied, I say back, slcekened jaq and widened eyes

L meav...shat could I sav? Uhw posseted poey...
or, will slap shackles on Vladimir in high front of daughter on her media _They_...they'll display him a trussed animal...shake idiotic threats under noses and boast _capturing a radical_. What a circus it shall become...and don't tell me otherwise, There seemed a plausible response, and it be the same remedy Medvelov articulated in evening. you The Major must leave,' I pronounced. 'Boat, rail...whatever thy means.' Medvelov scoffed and then said: 'The man is not one to run. You've heard war stories. No...no, he _determined_ to square affairs.' 'It be I said, my 'Some must be slayed, Never mind the...the...' the poet trailed off...swigged...licked lips... Asserted I: 'Never mind _what_? You comprehend, yes? The is clear 'Shush, you,' snarled. is at stake than Consider Ivona...she's _the_ gull. Matrimony hatched naught love. 'Tis a stab to the heart, 'She doesn't a say in the proceedings?' 'I you, Ivona is a pawn...' Medvelov then squeezed hands with clammy paws and added: 'Her father and I intend to save her from affair.' I freed myself his grip and 'How?' I your 'Me?' 'Yes, altho I shouldn't reveal intimate details until we're...eh...more alone, know this: old men is willing to play a crucial role.' Again, 'How?' will shoot both and Petyor.' 'Shoot them?' wheezed disbelief. Medvelov tweaked his tied, sat and eyes mean...what could I say? posseted poet...
or, will slap shackles on VladiMir in front Of higH soCieTy...In frOnt oF his daughter on HEr weDding day...in front of the meDia veRmIN. _TheY_...ThEy'll dIsplay hIM aS A TruSsEd AniMaL...ShAke hiS idIotic thReats under NosEs And boast of _caPTuRing a radicAl_. WHat a circus it ShaLl becoMe...And DOn't teLl mE otheRwise, mAN.'

There Seemed a plAuSIble reSPonse, anD IT bE the Same remedy MedveloV ArTIculated earlieR in the EvENiNG. 'as yOu sTated, The MaJoR must LEave,' I prONoUNCEd. 'BOAt, rail...whateveR thy means.'

MeDVelOv scofFeD anD Then saId: 'The OlD Man Is not one to rUn. YoU've heard hIs war sTOries. No...NO, he is _deTerminEd_ tO sqUare AFfAiRs.'

'IT cAN't bE So,' i saID, shAking my hEaD.

'SOme buRdenS MUST be sLayEd, coMrade. never mind the...tHe...' tHe poET trAiled Off...swIggeD...lIcked Lips...

AsSerteD I: 'never mind _what_? YoU comPrehend, yeS? ThE sCheMe Is cleAR as glaSs!'

'SHusH, you,' MedVelov snARleD. 'THERE iS more at stake than VlAdIMIr'S fate. ConSider IVOnA...sHE's _the_ gulL. MAtrImonY HAtcheD by rETrIbution iS naughT LoVe. 'tis a staB tO the heArT, coMraDe.'

'She DOesn'T have a Say in the ProceEDings?'

'I tell you, IVOna is a pawn...' MedVElOV ThEN squEezEd my hands wiTh clAMmy pAws aND aDdeD: 'her faTher aNd i InTEnd to save her from the WrEtched AffaiR.'

I freed myself From his griP AND squeakeD: 'How?'

'cOmRAde, I beseech youR assiStance.'

'Me?'

'YeS, And altho i shouLdn't reveAl intimatE DEtails unTil We'rE...eh...MorE ALoNe, know this: the OLD men Is Willing To pLay a cruCiaL roLe.'

AGaiN, sQueaked I: 'HOw?'

'VladimIr WiLl ShOot Both BYKal and PeTyOr.'

'SHoOt tHem?' I wHEezed iN disbElieF.

MEdVEloV tweakeD HiS NOse.

TOnGuE tieD, I sAt Back, sLackENed Jaw and wIdened eyeS

I mEAn...whAt CoUld I say? the posseted poEt...
or, will slap shackles onVladimir i n fro ntofhi gh s ocie ty...in fronto f hi s daughter on her wedd ing d ay . ..in fr ont o f the m e di a ver mi n.  _T he y _. ..the y'l l displ ay him asa t ru ssed animal. . .s hake his i dio tic threatsund er nos es  an d  boas t o f _ca pturin g  a rad ical_. Wh at a circ u s it sh a l lbeco me...and don't te l lm e otherwise, m an.'
Th e re s eem eda plausibl erespo n se, and it b e  th e  same remedyMedvelov ar t icu latedea rli e r in t he ev en i ng.  'As you st ated , The Maj or mus t  leave, '  I pron ounced . ' Boa t, r a il .. .wh at e ver th y m e ans .'

Medv el ov  scof feda n d then  sa id:'Theold man is no t o ne t o  ru n. Yo u'vehear dhis w ar sto ries.  N o...no, he is _ dete rmined_ t o s qu are  a ffair s .'

'I t c an' t be so ,' I sa i d,sh a k i ng  my head.

'Some b ur d e ns  must be  slaye d ,co m rade. Ne ve r m indt h e...t he.. . 'the poet  trail e dof f...swi gg ed...l ic ked  li ps... 
Ass ertedI: 'Neve r min d  _what_? You c o mprehend, yes ?  T h e  s c heme  is  clear as g lass ! '

' Shus h ,you , ' Med velov  s n ar l ed. 'There is moreat  stake  than  Vladimir's f ate. Consi d e r  Ivona.. .she ' s_ the_ gull. Mat rimon y hatchedb y retrib ution  is naug ht love.' T is a sta b t o t hehea r t ,comrade.'

'S h e  doe sn 't have  asay inthe  pr oce edi ng s?'

'I t ell you,  I vo na  i s a  pawn . ..' Medv el ovth ensquee z ed myhands  wit hcl a mmy  paws a n da d ded:  ' He r fa the rand I  int e ndto save  her from  th e  wre tc he d affai r.'

I freedmy self fromhi s g rip an d squeaked : 'How?'

'Comrade, I b e seech y our  assi stan ce.'

'Me ?'
'Yes,  an d  altho  I sho uldn' trev e a l int i m at e d et ails until w e'r e...e h. ..mo re alon e, know this: theo ldmen is willin g t o pl a y  a  cr u ci a l r ol e .'A gain, squeakedI: 'How?'
' V la dimir will sho ot  both B ykal an d Pet y or.'

' Shoot the m?' I whe ez ed i n dis belief.

M edvelovtweaked h i s nos e .
Tong uetied,Isat  back , slac k ene d jaw  and w id ened e yes
Imean...w hat could I say? The po sseted  poet ... 
or, will_slap shackles_on Vladimir in front_of high_society...in_front of_his_daughter on her_wedding day...in front_of the media vermin.__They_...they'll display him_as_a trussed animal...shake his idiotic threats under noses and boast of _capturing a radical_._What_a circus_it_shall_become...and don't tell me otherwise,_man.'

There seemed a plausible response,_and it_be the same remedy Medvelov articulated earlier in_the_evening. 'As you_stated, The Major must leave,' I pronounced. 'Boat, rail...whatever_thy means.'

Medvelov scoffed and then said:_'The old man_is_not_one to run. You've_heard his war stories. No...no, he_is _determined_ to square affairs.'

'It can't_be so,' I said, shaking my head.

'Some_burdens must be slayed, comrade. Never_mind the...the...' the poet trailed_off...swigged...licked lips...

Asserted_I: 'Never mind _what_? You_comprehend, yes? The_scheme is_clear as glass!'

'Shush,_you,' Medvelov snarled. 'There is more_at stake than_Vladimir's fate. Consider Ivona...she's _the_ gull._Matrimony_hatched by retribution_is_naught_love. 'Tis_a stab to_the_heart, comrade.'

'She_doesn't_have a say in the proceedings?'

'I_tell_you, Ivona is a pawn...' Medvelov then_squeezed my hands with_clammy_paws and added: 'Her_father and I intend to_save her from the wretched affair.'

I_freed myself_from his_grip and squeaked: 'How?'

'Comrade, I beseech your assistance.'

'Me?'

'Yes, and altho I_shouldn't reveal intimate details until we're...eh...more_alone, know this: the_old men_is_willing to play_a_crucial role.'

Again,_squeaked I: 'How?'

'Vladimir will shoot both Bykal_and Petyor.'

'Shoot_them?' I wheezed in disbelief.

Medvelov tweaked_his nose.

Tongue tied, I_sat_back, slackened jaw and widened eyes

I_mean...what could I say? The posseted_poet...