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Chapters (68)
  1. Title Page
  2. Prologue
  3. March 1966
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. April 1966
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Historical Note
  67. Acknowledgements
  68. About the Author

Anna’s mother and father had been scared of their daughter for most of her childhood. She was a pretty child, and her beauty had only grown as she got older. But so had the darkness that seemed to sit deep within her. She was quick to anger, and sought revenge for even the smallest slight. By the time she was ten, they suspected she was responsible for at least three broken bones among the local children. They tried their best to shelter her from the world—and the world from her.

When the war started, she was kept in the family home in the south of Dresden almost all day with her mother while her father worked long hours in a munitions factory in the west.

The whole family was at home the night the RAF dropped the first wave of bombs on the city. They rushed to their cellar as they heard the explosions getting louder and close enough to shake the walls of their house and smash her mother’s prized collection of Dresden’s famed porcelain. Then a direct hit brought their home down on top of them.

When the dust from the blast began to settle, the ringing in Anna’s ears was replaced by the screams of her mother as she tried to dig her husband out from under the rubble that had crushed his body and was forcing blood out of his mouth with every shallow breath. Anna, who was serenely calm in the chaos, understood that nothing could be done to save her father. So she picked up a large chunk of brick and used it to cave in his head. Then, when her mother’s screams got even louder, delirious and desperate, and Anna realised there was no way she could survive without the man who had been by her side for forty years, she strangled her.

The KGB agents didn’t know whether to lock Anna up or execute her, put a bullet in her head and bury her somewhere in the city to be forgotten. But Ivan Egorov, the head of the newly established Line Z, had another idea. He wanted to recruit her.

Line Z was only a few months old, one of the many experiments the KGB had dreamed up to work out how to take advantage of the new territorial and collateral resources the Soviet Union had acquired after defeating Nazi Germany, and to prepare for the predicted cooling of relations with its wartime allies.

Anna was sent to a military base near Bernau bei Berlin, a small town north of the German capital that had also been bombed by the Allies and left to rot by the Soviets.