incredibleIm quivering with excitement!!
incredibleIm quivering with excitement!!
Ivan looks at me, a bit anxious, I must be deathly pale, I know I’m trembling at the memories that are crowding back. “Tell me if you want me to stop, Alisa, if you’d rather leave this till later.” “No,” I reply, a bit nervously, but firmly, “I want to know. I need to know.”
“Well, you do know what followed. Our dash to Moscow.” I’m shaking uncontrollably now. “I was glad you decided to come with me –“ I laugh ironically “Beria didn’t order me to bring you with me, but I knew it was what he expected. And what happened to you that night with him – well, again, he didn’t tell me it was a requirement, he didn’t need to…” “Okay, Ivan,” I chip in, “we’ve been through all that. I’d chosen to come with you up the board, I had to slide down the odd snake.”
He nods. “One other thing I hadn’t bargained for was the MGB getting hold of your diaries. That turned out to be a bigger snake than I’d guessed.” I cringe at the memory of that icy woman and brutal man quoting them to me in the torture chamber.
“Anyway, we got to Moscow, I found out about my new job.” “In Beria’s private office?” “Yes.” He pauses, looking disturbed himself at the memories coming back. “Of course, even his private office team was quite big, they weren’t all of them that close to him. But I was.” “What were you doing?”
His voice quietens as if from force of habit, it always has done when telling me something confidential, even when were deep in the forest. “Beria’s office, I think you had the privilege of visiting it?” Another shudder, “Yes, I did – once…” “Then you saw the big windows?” “The curtains were drawn.” “Ah, well, he’d insisted on having the suite that overlooks Red Square. And on the window-seat he always kept a pair of powerful military binoculars. He used to look through those quite often – especially around eight in the morning and four in the afternoon, when schoolgirls were coming and going, college students, office workers, shopgirls…” I sigh.
“When he spotted one who took his fancy, he’d phone a signal through to his agents. She’d soon be identified, half the people in the Square are always agents of one department or another, there’s all sorts of secret watchpoints. She’d be picked up…”
His voice tails away, he’s obviously sickened by what he’s remembering. But I look at him sternly, “What did you have to do, Ivan?” He takes a deep breath. “It was my job to check on her details, to prepare a file, in case it was needed…” “What do you mean?” “If she behaved herself, took the flowers and kept her mouth shut, she’d be okay. But any resistance, or any hint that she’d breathed a word about what he’d done to her, she’d be on the train to Siberia. And so would her parents, brothers and sisters – if her sisters were pretty, they went via Beria’s bedroom…”
Now I’m feeling sick, sick at the revelation of what Ivan had been doing, sick at the realisation that I’d been a part of it. “B-but that was totally wrong Ivan, totally evil – those girls had committed no crime…” He shakes his head, there are tears in his eyes. But he chokes them back. “I was at the top of the board, Alisa,” he says hoarsely, “I was near my goal.”
A mixture of horror and fury seizes me. “And you dragged me into Department 14 to do your dirty work for you?!” He takes another deep breath. “That was Beria’s idea. I’ll admit it suited me, I knew I could trust you – even under torture –“ I shake violently at that word, “but of course it suited Beria even more. He didn’t trust anyone, he mistrusted me less than most. Still, you were his insurance policy…”
I understood, all too well.
Ivan looks at me, a bit anxious, I must be deathly pale, I know I’m trembling at the memories that are crowding back. “Tell me if you want me to stop, Alisa, if you’d rather leave this till later.” “No,” I reply, a bit nervously, but firmly, “I want to know. I need to know.”
“Well, you do know what followed. Our dash to Moscow.” I’m shaking uncontrollably now. “I was glad you decided to come with me –“ I laugh ironically “Beria didn’t order me to bring you with me, but I knew it was what he expected. And what happened to you that night with him – well, again, he didn’t tell me it was a requirement, he didn’t need to…” “Okay, Ivan,” I chip in, “we’ve been through all that. I’d chosen to come with you up the board, I had to slide down the odd snake.”
He nods. “One other thing I hadn’t bargained for was the MGB getting hold of your diaries. That turned out to be a bigger snake than I’d guessed.” I cringe at the memory of that icy woman and brutal man quoting them to me in the torture chamber.
“Anyway, we got to Moscow, I found out about my new job.” “In Beria’s private office?” “Yes.” He pauses, looking disturbed himself at the memories coming back. “Of course, even his private office team was quite big, they weren’t all of them that close to him. But I was.” “What were you doing?”
His voice quietens as if from force of habit, it always has done when telling me something confidential, even when were deep in the forest. “Beria’s office, I think you had the privilege of visiting it?” Another shudder, “Yes, I did – once…” “Then you saw the big windows?” “The curtains were drawn.” “Ah, well, he’d insisted on having the suite that overlooks Red Square. And on the window-seat he always kept a pair of powerful military binoculars. He used to look through those quite often – especially around eight in the morning and four in the afternoon, when schoolgirls were coming and going, college students, office workers, shopgirls…” I sigh.
“When he spotted one who took his fancy, he’d phone a signal through to his agents. She’d soon be identified, half the people in the Square are always agents of one department or another, there’s all sorts of secret watchpoints. She’d be picked up…”
His voice tails away, he’s obviously sickened by what he’s remembering. But I look at him sternly, “What did you have to do, Ivan?” He takes a deep breath. “It was my job to check on her details, to prepare a file, in case it was needed…” “What do you mean?” “If she behaved herself, took the flowers and kept her mouth shut, she’d be okay. But any resistance, or any hint that she’d breathed a word about what he’d done to her, she’d be on the train to Siberia. And so would her parents, brothers and sisters – if her sisters were pretty, they went via Beria’s bedroom…”
Now I’m feeling sick, sick at the revelation of what Ivan had been doing, sick at the realisation that I’d been a part of it. “B-but that was totally wrong Ivan, totally evil – those girls had committed no crime…” He shakes his head, there are tears in his eyes. But he chokes them back. “I was at the top of the board, Alisa,” he says hoarsely, “I was near my goal.”
A mixture of horror and fury seizes me. “And you dragged me into Department 14 to do your dirty work for you?!” He takes another deep breath. “That was Beria’s idea. I’ll admit it suited me, I knew I could trust you – even under torture –“ I shake violently at that word, “but of course it suited Beria even more. He didn’t trust anyone, he mistrusted me less than most. Still, you were his insurance policy…”
I understood, all too well.
"They say he fell on his knees and howled like a baby when he was sentenced, General Batitsky stuffed a rag in his mouth and shot him like a dog.”
Fitting end to such a scum dog!!!!
Except the thing to remember is that they only used that as the excuse post facto, the main reason they moved against him was for trying to end the Cold War. Just like fictional Ivan most of the upper echelons of the Party had been complicit in a fair few crimes and climbed over a heap of bodies to get where they were. Not a nice crowd.
"They say he fell on his knees and howled like a baby when he was sentenced, General Batitsky stuffed a rag in his mouth and shot him like a dog.”
Fitting end to such a scum dog!!!!