Scenario

Night. A dark car drives through the black forest behind the tall fence, in which there are placed security guards hardly seen, behind the  trees and bushes. The car pulls up to the house flooded with light - bright blur in the night.
The car drives into the yard. It is unloaded. The content- boxes, alike coffins.
Along the ramp boxes are dumped into the basement- tile, steel, either kitchen, either morgue.
The Medicin reveals the boxes. In them there are children. They are sleeping deeply, almost dead- pale faces, but the veins are pulsing. The Medicin prepares for procedure- see syringes, hoses and other creepy machinery. With a siringue in hands- hose attached to the needle, leading to a large transparent tank- the medicin goes to a box.
Last box, in it suddenly a man. In scars and dusty clothes. He opens his eyes, grabs the medicin by a neck, chokes, the medecin tries to stick a needle in him, presses the latch and the powerful air blower sucks the blood of Medicin in a bottle, in an instance turning him into a shriveled mummy- turns on automation and the medicin dying watches how his blood pours into spinning under the tank wine bottles.
The man crawls out the box, gets two mausers, sawn-off shotgun, trice with sharpened pegs. Climbs upstairs.Walks on red carpets of a corridor.
TITER. Moscow suburbs. Close dacha. Year of 1953.
The man wasn`t heard, it`s an advantage- that allows him to kill the guards one by one.His walk through dacha in two minutes is a wild massacre, he knows what he does and he goes to his goal without mercy, doubts, or regrets- he prepared for that for years.
Leaving behind mountains of corpses, having drowned the dacha and himself in blood he have reached the Cabinet.
Pushed the high door. At the table, under the lamp with the green lampshade sat 
a man in soft boots, jacket, with a pipe in hands , with a moustache on a pockmarked face. Stalin. Behind him on a portrait on the wall he was standing behind the back of the Lenin, having put a hand on his shoulder.
Stalin tore off his eyes off the document. Calmly, without fear looked at the entered, and he threw up the shotgun and with a shot blew his skull off