Ivan was getting nervous, all day the cottage had been eerily quiet. Stalin hadn’t emerged from his room all day. Ivan had returned well rested from his break, but now he was restless. He rubbed his hands in the cold and looked at his watch, it was 10:30 pm. He looked up and looked at the other sentinel, he too looked perturbed. Something told him, as unorthodox as it might be; he needed to check on the aging leader. He took a deep breath and walked into the cottage, he saw the leader’s door at the far end of the room, pointedly, he walked to the door and turned the handle. To his surprise and consternation, he found the aged leader on the floor, he waved his hands awkwardly at Ivan and pointed to his throat, the savior of Russia, the great speechmaker was speechless, and so was Ivan.