Dominika gave him a smile that only recently she had come to recognize had an effect on people.
Two figures in a darkened room filled with vermilion Bach, two klikushy in a forest glen, planning mayhem.
…different secrets nowadays, but the same as ever, secrets that needed stealing.
Like all Russians, he had lost family in the 1930s and 1940s to Stalin, resisting the Germans, the purges, the katorga. But more than that. He rejected the imbalance and illogic of the Soviet system, he despised the top-heavy favoritism of the cheloveki, the insiders’ sloth and self-indulgence that crushed the human spirit and had robbed Russians of their lives, their country, their patrimony.