"Who was it?", asks Stalin.
No answer.
"WHO WAS IT?!", he demands, even louder.
Still no answer.
Then he gets up and walks to the front of the theatre. He demands all the people in the front row to stand up. They promptly did.
"Was it one of you?", he asks.
No answer.
"Shoot all of them." The NKVD shoots all of them.
Then he moves on to the second row.
"Was it one of you?", he asks.
No answer.
"Shoot all of them." The NKVD shoots all of them.
Then he moves on to the third row.
"Was it one of you?", he asks.
Before anyone could stand up, a young man stands up trembling and shaking and weakly replies, "I... it was me... Com... Comrade Stalin."
Stalin turns towards him and says, "Bless you, comrade."
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