Robert Bielski has a good handshake: firm but not vise-like, it's the handshake of a man who has confidence but doesn't feel the need to prove anything. It's a bright, chilly December day, but inside his Manhattan office the heat is almost stifling. "Make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing toward a black leather sofa. On an end table next to the sofa is a framed family portrait—Bielski's extended family, he proudly says. It's his family that I've come here to talk about, specifically his father Tuvia.
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