<div style="text-indent:1em;">As Vera ran down the hallway, Vasiliev ran past her, and was well ahead of her when he burst out the front door. It was a good thing, too. Another soldier was waiting outside, rifle in hand. Vera heard the shot just as she passed through the door. A fourth soldier was down. She hesitated, looking in every direction expecting to see more  soldiers. There were none.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"This man is absolutely insane", she thought. "He has just signed both our death warrants." He was also honking the horn, and yelling for her to hurry up. This was probably a good idea. She ran over to the truck, careful to stay out of the blood and mess that used to be a soldier.  She climbed in, slammed the door shut, and dropped her purse on the floor at her feet.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Vera had her emotions pinned down to three. Confusion, fear and anger. The anger overshadowed the others, and she immediately began yelling. "You are positively MAD! A stark raving lunatic! Do you realize you just signed both our death warrants?!?"</div>