Colonel Klebb riffled through the last pages and shut down the cover. The cover was orange with a diagonal black stripe. What did those colours signify?
The woman looked up. Somehow Tatiana managed to look bravely back.
‘Comrade Corporal Romanova.’ It was the voice of authority, of the senior officer. ‘I have good reports of your work. Your record is excellent, both in your duties and in sport. The State is pleased with you.’
Tatiana could not believe her ears. She felt faint with reaction. She blushed to the roots of her hair and then turned pale. She put out a hand to the table edge. She stammered in a weak voice, ‘I am g-grateful, Comrade Colonel.’
‘Because of your excellent services you have been singled out for a most important assignment. This is a great honour for you. Do you understand?’
Whatever it was, it was better than what might have been. ‘Yes, indeed, Comrade Colonel.’
‘This assignment carries much responsibility. It bears a higher rank. I congratulate you on your promotion, Comrade Corporal, on completion of the assignment, to the rank of Captain of State Security.’
This was unheard of for a girl of twenty-four! Tatiana sensed danger. She stiffened like an animal who sees the steel jaws beneath the meat. ‘I am deeply honoured, Comrade Colonel.’ She was unable to keep the wariness out of her voice.
Rosa Klebb grunted non-committally. She knew exactly what the girl must have thought when she got the summons. The effect of her kindly reception, her shock of relief at the good news, her reawakening fears, had been transparent. This was a beautiful, guileless, innocent girl. Just what the
Rosa Klebb got up and went over to the sideboard where her batman had laid out what she had ordered.
‘Try one of these chocolates while I wrestle with the cork. It is never easy getting out champagne corks. We girls really need a man to help us with that sort of work, don’t we?’
The ghastly prattle went on as she put a spectacular box of chocolates in front of Tatiana. She went back to the sideboard. ‘They’re from Switzerland. The very best. The soft centres are the round ones. The hard ones are square.’
Tatiana murmured her thanks. She reached out and chose a round one. It would be easier to swallow. Her mouth was dry with fear of the moment when she would finally see the trap and feel it snap round her neck. It must be something dreadful to need to be concealed under all this play-acting. The bite of chocolate stuck in her mouth like chewing-gum. Mercifully the glass of champagne was thrust into her hand.
Rosa Klebb stood over her. She lifted her glass merrily. ‘
Tatiana stitched a ghastly smile on her face. She picked up her glass and gave a little bow. ‘
Rosa Klebb immediately filled it again, slopping some over the table-top. ‘And now to the health of your new department, Comrade.’ She raised her glass. The sugary smile tightened as she watched the girl’s reactions.
‘To SMERSH!’
Numbly, Tatiana got to her feet. She picked up the full glass. ‘To SMERSH.’ The word scarcely came out. She choked on the champagne and had to take two gulps. She sat heavily down.
Rosa Klebb gave her no time for reflection. She sat down opposite and laid her hands flat on the table. ‘And now to business, Comrade.’ Authority was back in the voice. ‘There is much work to be done.’ She leant forward. ‘Have you ever wished to live abroad, Comrade? In a foreign country?’
The champagne was having its effect on Tatiana. Probably worse was to come, but now let it come quickly.
‘No, Comrade. I am happy in Moscow.’
‘You have never thought what it might be like living in the West – all those beautiful clothes, the jazz, the modern things?’
‘No, Comrade.’ She was truthful. She had never thought about it.
‘And if the State required you to live in the West?’
‘I would obey.’
‘Willingly?’
Tatiana shrugged her shoulders with a hint of impatience. ‘One does what one is told.’
The woman paused. There was girlish conspiracy in the next question.
‘Are you a virgin, Comrade?’
Oh, my God, thought Tatiana. ‘No, Comrade Colonel.’
The wet lips glinted in the light.
‘How many men?’
