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 I had the blood of millions on my hands. I sent people to their deaths because it was demanded of me. I was an architect of fear, a coward and a loner myself. Even then they betrayed me because they feared me more. When Father Sunny died, my end began. They shot me, just as I had shot people. Poets note.  Lavrenti Berija was the head of NKVD.