It was dark when the raiding party reached the poor Moscow neighborhood where the informer had said there was underground activity. Before the raiders, a sagging frame house stood dark and deserted in the snow, waiting for the wreckers. In the light of a feeble bulb at the entrance, two women were sawing wood. A large dog lunged snarling at the squad leader, until one of the women called it off. "Whoever you are. you're in the wrong place." she told them. "There's nobody here but me and my sister and my old mother-in-law." The raiders pushed past and stamped through...
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