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He looked at his feet again. "Yes people's Commissar. My father was a swine, found guilty of redirecting and destroying classified message dump reports. His memory is a blight on my family's pride." He paused for a moment. "The Commissariat questioned myself, my family and all my neighbours, and found us all free of treachery." Still looking at his feet, he proffered the orange overalls.

"These were the maintenance overalls he was justly executed in. You can clearly see the bullet hole and blood stain. I would be honoured if you would take it, to remind others of the price of betrayal..." The folded square of sullied fabric remained offered.

There was a wet slapping noise as one of the cleaners tried to shepherd the stray globules of brain off the floor and into a bucket with a mop.

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