Marko got this one for me as a gift years ago, back in '01, at a gun show in Knoxville when I couldn't go because I was working at the gun shop that day. Back then you could rummage through a stack and take your pick, usually for fifty bucks or so, and they'd even throw in a box of ammo sometimes. He picked it because it was the oldest one on a dealer's table, and we'd just watched Enemy at the Gates. I mean, hey, it could have been at Stalingrad, right?
I had a .32ACP conversion cylinder for it, but I gave that to Bobbi because she seems to actually like shooting hers. Mine's more what you'd call a conversation piece, although it does work.
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