Soviet Mafia: a small game [Concluded]

[Kralizec]

Pevergreen was working late that night. It was 4:20 in the morning and he had drank litres of coffee but now the tiredness caught up with him.
"Sir, you really ought to go home." said a night guard as he padded Pever on the shoulder, rocking him out of his brief nap. "You're no good this way. Get some real sleep and then get back."
Pever nodded. "Okay, boris. I'll get my car..."
"Sir, I don't think that you should drive in your condition. You'd fell asleep on your steering wheel."
Pever, annoyed now, grunted. "Okay, then you drive me then, wise guy."
"Err...okay. I'll notify the other guards that I'll be away."
Two minutes later they were out. Boris, with the keys in his hand, spotted the car about 20 metres away on the other side of the road. He noticed that Pever, a few metres behind him, had dropped some of his papers and started cursing.
Well, I'll just bring the car around to here so that we can leave as soon as he has collected everything he thought as he crossed the street. He got into the car, closed the door and tried to start the engine...
In an instant the street was illuminated by a giant fireball. The car was launched a full metre upwards; the shockwave of the explosion caused all windows in the vicinity to burst into thousends of pieces. Some screams could be heared coming from the buildings. The police and the firebrigade had arrived within minutes, finding a dozen ruined cars and a lone figure behind one of the wrecks, trembling and clenching some bundles of paper in his arms. With his hair and eyebrows entirely gone, they almost didn't recognise who he was...

"What was that sound?" captain Alex asked. He had almost choked on his wodka when he heard that rumbling sound.
"Probably nothing" responded a lieutenant Josef.
"It sounded like an explosion..."
"Probably just a gas leak or something. Don't worry about it." Lord Winter said. He was wildly drunk at this point, but not moreso then his drinking companions. And they were playing this exciting game...what was it called again? Oh yes; Russian roulette!
"It's your turn, comrade." Alex said, nodding towards Lord Winter. He spinned the cylinder of the revolver and closed it, then put it in front of the Orgah politician.
"Well..." began Lord Winter. "The chances are pretty small right...that I'll shoot myself?"
"Very small..." Josef agreed, burping.
After hesitating for only an instant, Lord Winter grabbed the revolver and put it on the side of his head...

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Comrade,

as you've doubtlessly heard by now, your fellow councillor Pevergreen has narrowly escaped an assasination attempt. You probably haven't heard the other news: Lord Winter was found in a clandestine gambling den run by some of our soldiers. He had participated in a dangerous suicide game called "Russian Roulette" and was killed. I've sent the soldiers involved to the most northern reaches of Siberia for their untolerable stupidity and violation of rules of conduct.
I'm told Pevergreen is doing fairly well, he'll be with you in an hour or so. You know the routine; vote for someone and send him to me, yadayada, blablabla.

Marshall Fenring

Begin of Day Four

Alive:
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish
Sarathos
Makaikhaan

Assassinated:
Rythmic
FactionHeir

Suicide:
Lord Winter (said he would be away for a while, so he dropped out voluntarily)


NOTE: my apologies for the screwed up time schedule. Voting will close 24 hours later from this post.