Chapter 4
23 May 1923
Pasha turned up the collar of his greatcoat. In the two months since the interviews, he’d enjoyed spending time in Moscow before heading to the secret training base. Shuddering nerves and anxiety were new feelings. He sensed he was finally fulfilling his destiny. He wouldn’t allow himself to fail.
“Sign here,” a sergeant told him.
Pasha lost track of the number of forms he’d signed. This last one was the whopper. His signature acknowledged his understanding that the penalty for disclosing secrets and treason was death.
On his way to the barracks, he rounded a corner and collided with a man dashing in the opposite direction. Pasha started to apologize when the other man started cursing. “Watch where the f**k you are going.”
Pasha paused. He’s German. What’s he do
