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“What’s your real name, dear second-in-command?” Shikorsky
asked.

“My name is… Adam Lushinsky,” the ‘Red Bull’ replied slowly.
He evidently still didn’t trust them completely.

“Is that the truth?”

“Yes.”

With a theatrical ourish, Alexander pulled a bottle of English
gin out of his pocket. Since the outbreak of the war the drink
had been unobtainable in Poland, and Adam’s eyes gleamed at
the sight of it. ey raised glasses to the triumph of Poland and
the eradication of the Jews until the bottle was empty and the
Pole was thoroughly tipsy. Under the in uence, he pulled out a
small dog-eared notebook and handed it to Leiby.