He had to be brave.

At the door of the operating room three men in hoods stood holding Kalashnikovs. “Doctor, you know we have nothing against you,” one of them said.

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He marked the place where he would run the knife. His hands were trembling. He lifted his head seeking the assistant surgeon. But he wasn’t there. He…