Chapters (111)
- Cubierta
- Agent 6
- 1950
- Moscow
- Moscow
- Moscow
- Same Day
- Moscow
- Moscow
- Moscow
- Moscow
- FIFTEEN YEARS LATER
- Moscow
- Next Day
- Manhattan
- Airspace over New York City
- Manhattan
- Manhattan
- New Jersey
- Bradhurst
- Manhattan
- Bradhurst
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Manhattan
- Same Day
- Manhattan
- Moscow
- Manhattan
- Moscow
- Manhattan
- Same Day
- Manhattan
- Bradhurst
- Manhattan
- Harlem
- Manhattan
- Manhattan
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Global Travel Company
- Manhattan
- Manhattan
- Manhattan
- Manhattan
- Harlem
- ONE WEEK LATER
- USSR
- Moscow
- Same Day
- EIGHT YEARS LATER
- Soviet–Finnish Border
- SEVEN YEARS LATER
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Headquarters of the 40th Army
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Kabul Province
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Greater Province of Kabul
- Same Day
- Greater Province of Kabul
- The Border of Laghman and
- Greater Province of Kabul
- The Road from Kabul to Jalalabad
- The Border of Laghman and
- Village of Sau
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Nangarhar Province
- Next Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Hindu Kush Mountain Range
- Same Day
- Pakistan
- Next Day
- Same Day
- SIX MONTHS LATER
- Manhattan
- Bradhurst
- New York City
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Washington DC
- Same Day
- Harlem
- Harlem
- New Jersey
- New Jersey
- Same Day
- Same Day
- Same Day
- New York City
- ONE MONTH LATER
- Soviet Airspace above Moscow
- Moscow
- Same Day
- Next Day
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Autor
She’d been in there for a while. Zoya plugged the television cable back into the socket and returned to the edge of the bed and turned it back on, lowering the volume only slightly. Maybe the American programmes were supposed to brainwash the audience. But only someone brainwashed by the Kremlin wouldn’t be curious.
***
Even though there was nothing left in her stomach, Elena felt as if she wanted to be sick again. She filled a glass with water and rinsed her mouth. Desperately thirsty, yet unsure whether she could manage even a sip, she spat out the water. She took one of the towels, drying her face, composing herself. She was shocked at how pale she looked. She breathed deeply. She couldn’t delay any longer.
She opened the door, stepped out into the hallway, rooting through the cupboard, hoping that Zoya would remain preoccupied with the television. Zoya called out:
—What are you looking for?
—My swimsuit.
—You’re going to the pool?
—That is where people swim, isn’t it?
Elena was trying to be sassy in an effort to hide her nervousness but it wasn’t her style and the words jarred. Zoya didn’t seem to notice:
— You want me to come?
Elena snapped back:
— No.
Zoya stood up, looking at her sister directly.
— What’s wrong?
Elena had made a mistake in being so abrupt.
— Nothing. I’m going to have a swim. I’ll see you in an hour or two.
—Mother’s coming back for lunch.
—I’ll be finished before then.
Holding her gym bag, Elena left.
In the corridor she hastened away from her sister’s room, checking up and down to make sure no one was watching. She didn’t head to the elevator, instead stopping by room 844 and trying the handle. It was unlocked. She stepped inside, shutting the door behind. The room was dark. The curtains were drawn. Mikael Ivanov stepped out of the shadows, putting his arms around her. She rested her head against his chest, whispering:
— I’m ready.
He put his hand on her chin lifting her eyes up towards his. He kissed her.
— I love you.
Manhattan
United Nations Headquarters - 1st Avenue & East 42nd Street
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