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