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The evening was bitter cold. The wind scratched and gnawed at his cheeks. Pintu pulled his collar up a little higher as he moved a little more behind the stone wall that was hiding his form. His man had gone into the tiny door just across the square of this frozen Russian village and he was stuck here until he came out. Just above the door was a large dimly lit billboard. The image of a hearty man with a glass in his hand was the focus. As Pintu stared at the advertisement he heard the door bang shut.