He watched as his bride died before his very eyes.

He knew this day was coming, knew it all along. He prepared in advance for her demise and his own. At his own hands.
That is the way it had to be.
If they found them alive, the barbaric Russians would surely torture them both.
He had many mistresses, but none he loves and needed as much as her.
He gave her the cyanide capsule and watched as she bit into it.

He wondered how history would remember him.
As he put the gun to his right temple he contemplated what Hell would be like. He hoped his wife would not be there to join him for all eternity.

He bit into his own cyanide capsule. He held the gun closer to his head and fired.