
Prompted by: You're right—"the way is narrow"~Emily Dickinson
That "enter in—thereat"—
Do you ever wonder about going to heaven tovarisch?
“No. You forget, i do not believe in such a thing.” Illya whispered. “Why do you think of this now?”
“Well we’re sort of trapped by gunmen, we’re out of ammo. It might be a good time to prepare to meet one’s maker.”
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Termed by the Brokers—"Death"!
“I do not fear death my friend, though I do not wish to die. I have met with him many times, and have turned him away.”
“You believe in death... who is an angel by the way, why wouldn’t you believe in heaven?”
“Do not try to trick me....”
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And after that—there's Heaven—
The Russian reached into his pocket pulling out a cigarette lighter, and opening the hem of his jacket, he drew out a fuse. Attaching one to the other, he lit it and tossed it quickly, blowing up their attackers.
“You were saying something about an angel Napoleon?” Illya smiled.
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