Mendel watched the man fall to the ground, newly ventilating his own skull.
"You'd be surprised at how often that happens around me," Mendel commented to Boris. "No matter, saves me the bullet. Now then where was I, oh yes... Spy..." he extinguished his cigarette on the spy's hand. "You were going to tell me who you worked for... before Boris there performs exploratory surgery to find your secret listening device..."
Boris chuckled ominously still pinning the spy to the table.