Far away in New York, the Ace of the Far East was in the middle of a serious negotiation with the U.S. government.
His left arm had also been grazed by a stray bullet. It was not particularly serious, but if the bullet had gone through the heavy soviet-style military coat, and he would be in grave danger this time.
His left hand was wrapped around his neck with a snow-white bandage. He wore a Soviet military uniform coat and stood in front of the mourning hall set up by the Soviet Consulate General in New York. He said sternly to the visiting official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the United States, "You must hand over the murderer and also send back the bodies of our two chiefs. They are Russians, loyal soldiers of our party and country. They should be buried in our revolutionary martyrs cemetery in Moscow."
