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Are we ready for the balcony wave? Who's gonna carry the can for this farrago of shit? That's easy. Khrushchev. He put the trains back on. And you shot the people getting off them. - Yes, he has a point. - No, he doesn't. There's no point to Nikita Khrushchev. Well, how about this? We blame the security forces. Right? Hothead officers on the ground. Sorry. I'm sorry. Do you still possess a working brain? You dumb animal. I am the security forces and I'm not gonna be made the villain for this catastrophe. Look, even if you do get blamed, we close ranks. If anyone has a pop at you, they have to come through us first. Yes, good idea. Give me the girl. All right? - A lot of this is your own doing. - You spineless rat. You're just a cadaver we propped up in a corset. - Ohh... - Hey, hey, easy. It's time all of you realised who kept the daggers out of your backs. Show some fucking respect. I... I've got... I've got... I've got documents. I have documents on all of you. You, 13th of March, 1937. Zolotov trials. Forty-two dead, 173 exiled. - Your signature. - Beria, that's enough! Yeah, well, you signed off the life of your own brother! Oh, you think that was easy? You bastard! Bagrov, Gorev. How did your conscience accommodate that? And Zykov! Zykov! Poor blameless, guileless Zykov. All of you!