"Who are you working for?" asked Oblomov. Maxim did not answer. "You know that Magda is dead?"
"I know," replied Maxim, flatly. A guard had told him the night before. He sat upright in his chair, trying to maintain dignity: despite his torn and filthy clothes. "You no longer have a hold over me."
"Indeed?"
"Indeed."
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