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Chapters (64)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Family Tree
  6. Epigraph
  7. Prologue
  8. I. Harry and Emma 1964–1965
  9. Chapter 1
  10. Chapter 2
  11. Chapter 3
  12. Chapter 4
  13. Chapter 5
  14. Chapter 6
  15. Chapter 7
  16. Chapter 8
  17. Chapter 9
  18. Chapter 10
  19. Chapter 11
  20. Chapter 12
  21. Chapter 13
  22. Chapter 14
  23. II. Lady Virginia Fenwick 1966
  24. Chapter 15
  25. Chapter 16
  26. III. Giles Barrington 1970
  27. Chapter 17
  28. Chapter 18
  29. Chapter 19
  30. Chapter 20
  31. Chapter 21
  32. Chapter 22
  33. Chapter 23
  34. IV. Sebastian Clifton 1970
  35. Chapter 24
  36. Chapter 25
  37. Chapter 26
  38. Chapter 27
  39. V. Lady Virginia Fenwick 1970
  40. Chapter 28
  41. Chapter 29
  42. Chapter 30
  43. Chapter 31
  44. Chapter 32
  45. VI. Sebastian Clifton 1970
  46. Chapter 33
  47. Chapter 34
  48. Chapter 35
  49. Chapter 36
  50. VII. Harry and Emma 1970
  51. Chapter 37
  52. Chapter 38
  53. Chapter 39
  54. Chapter 40
  55. Chapter 41
  56. Chapter 42
  57. Chapter 43
  58. Chapter 44
  59. Chapter 45
  60. Chapter 46
  61. Chapter 47
  62. About the Author
  63. Also by Jeffrey Archer
  64. Newsletter Sign-up

While I sat at the back of the endless meetings celebrating Stalin’s achievements, I began to form my own plans for a tiny slice of immortality. The publication of my unauthorized biography. But I would have to wait, possibly for years after Stalin’s death, for the right moment to present itself, before I approached a publisher, a brave publisher, who would be willing to consider taking on Uncle Joe.

What I hadn’t anticipated was just how long Stalin would cling on, and he certainly had no intention of releasing the reins of power before the pallbearers had lowered him into the ground, and more than one or two of his enemies remained silent for several days after his death, just in case he rose again.

A great deal has been written about Stalin’s death. The official communiqué, which I translated for the international press, claimed that he died at his desk in the Kremlin after suffering a stroke, and that was the accepted version for many years. Whereas in truth he was staying at his dacha, and after a drunken dinner with his inner circle, which included Lavrenti Beria, his deputy premier and former secret police chief, Nikita Khrushchev, and Georgy Malenkov, he retired to bed, but not before all his guests had left the dacha.

Beria, Malenkov, and Khrushchev all feared for their lives, because they knew Stalin planned to replace them with younger, more loyal lieutenants. After all, that was exactly how each of them had got his own job in the first place.

The following day, Stalin still hadn’t risen by late afternoon and one of his guards, worried that he might be ill, phoned Beria, who dismissed the man’s fears and told him Stalin was probably just sleeping off a hangover. Another hour passed before the guard called Beria again. This time he summoned Khrushchev and Malenkov and they immediately drove over to the dacha.

Beria gave the order to unlock the door of the room in which Stalin had spent the night, and the three of them tentatively entered, to find him lying on the floor, unconscious but still breathing. Khrushchev bent down to check his pulse, when suddenly a muscle twitched. Stalin stared up at Beria and grabbed him by the arm. Khrushchev fell on his knees, placed his hands around Stalin’s throat, and strangled him. Stalin struggled for a few minutes, while Beria and Malenkov held him down.