We made love again, and I was pleased that I could satisfy Anastasia just as she did me. But the blissful moment didn't last long. As I laying satiated in her arms, Anastasia suddenly pulled away and probed herself on her elbow with searching eyes.
"Tell me, Valerina..." she said. I felt my body stiffen at the serious tone in her voice.
"Tell you what?" I asked, tilting my head to stare at her.
"Is it true that you and Trotsky were planning to assassinate my sister?"
I felt cold all over from the guilt.
"Anastasia...I'm sorry..." I tried to speak but she pressed a finger to my lips.
"I won't hold you at fault," she said. "Just tell me the truth."
She looked straight into my eyes. I knew it was time to tell her everything.
"Yes, it's all true. We were planning an operation for an at
