Kirill watched his heirlooms burning in the mouths of the two Revolutionaries.
I hope they're tasty, comrades. These are some of the last cigars from the Earth, good old Cuban tobacco.
He remembered when his grandfather gave them to him, several years ago... and now they serve as a communication method between Stukov and the Coalition. The Commissars seemed to like them. In this moment some scary thought came up Stukov's mind: What would happen if they get this wrong? If they count this gesture as some kind of bribe? He never thought of that.