June 22, 1948
June 22, 1948General Sokolov was livid and had summoned his entire staff to an emergency meeting. His face was an even deeper shade of purple than usual and he was downing copious amounts of warm milk with honey to soothe his ulcers.
A single glance at Sokolov’s irate expression chilled Vladi’s blood, because he feared Red Army Intelligence would be made the scapegoat for the disaster unfolding in front of them.
They had been as surprised by the currency reform as the German citizens, since even their best spies had known nothing at all about it. He wondered whether he’d be simply demoted or sent to a gulag, because, no doubt, consequences would follow.
With sweating palms, he took his seat in the huge meeting room across the hallway from Sokolov’s office. The room reeked
