The Tragedy of Sudoplatov

The safety of the pistol turned off. Pavel turned it back on, and then off again. His frost covered hands jittered more and more with each little clicking sound. A snowy day, as it always was. Without the slightest bit of reprieve, a whirlpool wind and snow circled around him. His own twisted halo, marking him as the anti-angel he knew he was.

The limp body of Alexander hanged from the tree in front of him, the eyes of his former savior boring through his sinful soul, his brown eyes looked black as night among the falling snowflakes. He looked away, but it was no cure for the stinging pain on his cheek where Alexander’s eyes stared. Looking back at his gun, he thought of his past. Alexander tought him about purpose, God’s Plan. This couldn’t be a part of it, he must’ve fallen back to Satan’s temptations somewhere. But he tried to follow every word of God. Twinges rang through Pavel’s brain, until he looked back at the tree, as Alexander’s body started to sway in the rising winds. Clutching his pistol with all his might, he fired at the tree branch.

He missed. The one time he missed, and now there was no one left to teach him. Pavel stood up, and threw the damned thing as far as he could. He sat back down on his log, and stared at the empty, leafless trees. Pavel wept.

You woke up in a cold sweat, the same God's Mandate outside the window, and Field Marshal Alexander Men, Sudoplatov, summoned you to his office

Pavel is in your office planning a coup

You can let him win or not (By the notorious jew Reddit - author)