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Zara
Zara stared at the paper Vladi had given her and crumpled it in her hand, intending to never look at it again. His arrogance was mind-boggling. After everything she’d endured at the hands of the Soviets, albeit not his, he actually believed she’d deliver them her father.
It wasn’t that she was particularly fond of her father, since he’d left her to her own devices three years ago, but he was still family. Anyway, it was highly unlikely that he’d suddenly contact her after such a long time.
She took a deep breath, looking at the relatively undamaged city of Wiesbaden, which presented such a stark contrast to Berlin. Where the capital was destroyed, sad and gray, this town was intact, lovely and full of colors. Although now wasn’t the time to reminisce. She squared her shoulders
