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of the luckiest men in
the world. He recalled that one of Stauffenberg's beliefs included
that if couples marry in a Mormon Temple and then keep their
covenants to God the rest of their lives, such marriages have the
potential to last beyond the grave.
    As with most, but not all, of the Jewish
people Moshe did not believe in any kind of life-after-death. Lack
of such a belief notwithstanding, he found that he just couldn't
keep himself from hoping that this belief of the Mormon people
could be true. It was, after all, one of the most beautiful things
he had ever heard. Then again his brother, married to a really
nasty shrew of a woman, would vehemently disagree.
    After a few hours Moshe finally completed his
work for the day and relaxed in the car as he was driven home to
his one love in life, even if it could be for no more a duration
than this life. Both of their heads of hair now gray for almost as
many years as they had been dark, and each of them a little shorter
than when they first stood under the chuppah to marry.
    Without the woman he loved since his
adolescence and to whom he had been married for just over fifty
years, he knew he would lose his will to carry on. He secretly
hoped his final sleep would come before Rivka's. He felt guilty,
even somewhat cowardly, about that.
     
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2. Birth of Death
    ". . . touch not the evil gift, nor the
unclean thing." - Book of Mormon, Moroni 10:15
    Near Moscow, Russian Federation –
Eleven Years Ago
    The manager of the secret biological weapons
laboratory that had recently been decommissioned was tasked with
securing the shipment of the last of the pathogens to a much newer
lab that had retained its funding in the still struggling Russia of
the post-Soviet Union era.
    Sasha realized that his job, his very
livelihood for which he had studied and worked for so long was
coming to a rapid end, once these remaining canisters were
transported by way of armored military convoy.
    To complicate an already stressful situation
further, his wife was close to giving birth to their third child in
a country economically and politically collapsing under its own
mismanaged weight.
    In his mid-thirties, with unemployment at
record highs in Moscow, he knew it would likely be years before he
could find comparable employment again. There would be no
government subsidies, no bank loans to help his family get through
the tough times that loomed ahead.
    Making matters even more bleak were the long
lines snaking out the doors and down the sidewalks of free soup
kitchens which grew noticeably with each passing month. Among those
awaiting their turn for sustenance were a handful of the
intellectual elite of Russian science, education, literature, and
industry.
    Those few highly-educated people in the
lines , previously well-employed and
handsomely paid who were able to find any jobs at all , were nonetheless unable to gain work in their areas
of expertise, finding themselves grossly under-employed. They were
the lucky ones, however; with at least a little money coming in on
a regular basis. The majority simply could find no work at all,
being over-qualified for the rare jobs that sometimes became
available, while employment they once had was either redacted by
the government or outsourced to other countries.
    Gorbachev's brave, necessary really, attempt
to reorganize the Soviet economy decades prior ended, ultimately,
in a near-total implosion - bringing down what little remained of
an already eroded Soviet Union.
    Mother Russia thrashed about convulsively, as
she had several times in her long history. The ghosts of so many
tsars and dictators haunting her past, the KGB alive and well under
the new title of the FSB, he wondered what the next incarnation of
his country would bring. Whatever it was, corruption would no doubt
continue to thrive as a way of life for many of his countrymen even
as his country again started to gobble up bits of the old Soviet
empire, starting with a large chunk