When the ground quivered, and huge crater appeared after the explosion of dictator s African den, Stirlitz didn t even look around. Of course, he studied in spy school that evil likes to pretend dead and arise again, that even when you throw it to the caldron with molten metal it can jump out of there, and then you ll have to kill it with gunstock. Blowing up African bunker of Umput, Stirlitz made sure that his enemy is dead as dead as dictator can be dead after the three check shots from bazooka.
He didn t see how the huge shadow of flying object covered the place of explosion, a few hours later; and hundreds of flying creatures flew down from their hatches. He didn t see how the strange machines with many legs and creatures operating them, dug into the ground of crater left after the explosion, scattering sand mixed with pieces of concrete.
Stirlitz was going to his hydroplane at the seaside. He dreamt of far beaches, of beautiful women and of martini in wept glasses.
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