Nevertheless, the Revolution is a wave that sweeps everything in its path. Nevertheless, the Comintern trust me. The Revolution does not need individuals but "members" to enable it succeed.
All smiles, Iulia Sokolova, a white cotton dress, approached me in the locker room Samarski sports. He carried an envelope left in my locker, containing my instructions and I put a red rose in the buttonhole of my new suit when I went to dance to a basement in Rabat, two blocks from the Lenin School, with Sasha, the Komsomol blond as wheat fields of Ukraine in August, which gave me the Control Committee of the Comintern.
Stefan Leonard're not Dąbrowski Poznań, no longer are the students of the Jesuit college of St. Mary Magdalene, and are not Espartaquiada champion of 1925, no longer are a child of Dariusz Dąbrowski, nor are the son of Justyna Dariuszowa Oźarzewska, Madame Jus. You do not have name or mother. You're a blank page on which the World Proletarian Revolution write your mission. From now on, you're nobody. From this time until the time of your dismissal, you are a worker in a thousand workers, a fighter in a thousand fighters, a guerrilla most advanced in the World Revolution.
Sign here, in conformity, the obliteration of your identity. Stefan Leonard Dąbrowski.
From: "" Traitor, how about you? " Olivier Debroise.
