Soviet Mafia: a small game [Concluded]

[Kralizec]

Fenring looked at the condemned standing besides eachother in the open, hands bound. There were three of them - Sarathos, Makaikhaan and one of his own officers.
This same officer came arruning to him that evening, excited about his results from the interrogation of Makaikhaan. To Fenring it was immediately obvious that the information was utter nonsense. He could not suffer to let such a moron live.
"Any last words?" he asked.
"Long live Stalin!" the condemned officer shrieked.
Makaikhaan passed a loud fart and snickered.
"Get done with it already!" Sarathos said, looking tired and disgusted by Makaikhaan's final gesture.
Fenring responded with a silent nod, took a deep breath and let his voice rumble.
"Present rifles!......Fire!"
A salvo of gunshots deafened the ears; as the officer and Makaikhaan sagged to the ground the salvo could still be heard echoing against the nearby hills. Only Sarathos still stould, unstable on both feet with bloodstains expanding on his shirt. He stared in shock and disbelief at his executioners, and he could only hear Fenring's voice as a distant sound, as if in a dream: "....reload....fire!"
Another volley slammed into Sarathos' chest and finished the job, causing a lifeless hull to collapse on the ground. The marshall and his troops left the scene to the morgue workers.
It would be night soon, Fenring thought. The Soviet had been thinned out badly, and there was nothing to be done except wait and see if the assassinations would stop now.

Begin of Night 3

Alive:
Lord Winter
pevergreen
Quintus.J.Cicero
Elite Ferret
Proletariat

Executed:
Askthepizzaguy
Caius
El Diablo
Swedishfish
Sarathos
Makaikhaan

Assassinated:
Rythmic
FactionHeir