6 January 1937
Morning snow stuck stubbornly to the edges of Moscow's rooftops.
A beautiful scenery that makes you wonder the power of nature mixed with human ingenuity.
For many in later generation visiting Moscow in snow became a beautiful dream.
But today it was a nightmare of many and soon to be grave of those who worked hard for this nation but unfortunately spoke the truth.
Truth so harsh that it will continue to remind the world of what happened inside USSR under Stalin.
Inside the Kremlin, the air was warmer but sharper and deadlier.
A bad premonition ran through the hearts of those who were called.
Staff whispered in corners, secretaries shuffled papers with trembling fingers.
They all knew, something was coming.
The precedent of past made it more believable.
In the high-ceilinged briefing chamber of the Council of People's Commissars, the lights flickered overhead as a group of statisticians and party officials sat rigidly at a long oak table.
