It was still early in the afternoon but the sun was already starting to set when the doctors finally arrived with their entourage. Ivan was somewhat surprised. The head doctor tipped his hat, “I’m sure he’s fine, but procedure is procedure, yes?” He disappeared into the depths of the cottage with the others. A few moments later, one of the men came running out. Ivan disconcerted, reached to stop him. The man turned, his face aghast, “it looks like he has a cerebral hemorrhage, the Secretary, h...he’s…dying!” Ivan’s whole body trembled, “not the Secretary…not now!” Ivan’s face turned to stone, it was all he could do to control his emotions. He was a Soviet Guard, he had never shed a tear on duty, but as he stood there it seemed the vastness of the unruly world came crashing down on him. The Soviets’ protector was going, Ivan felt a lone tear roll down his face, it was just as lonely as he.