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“A big Russian lady, who seemed to be the household cook, supervised the making of zakuski -- Russian hors d'oeuvres, which unfortunately didn't include pigs-in-a-blanket. What kind of party is this?”

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Book:Radiant Angel
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Radiant Angel

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Nelson DeMille
Nelson DeMille

Nelson DeMille is an American author renowned for his suspense novels. His works are characterized by their historical settings and intricate plots, which have won him a large following. more

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