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 konspiratsia demanded. Now she must be loosened up. `My dear,’ she said smoothly. `How remiss of me. This promotion should be celebrated in a glass of wine. You must not think we senior officers are inhuman. We will drink together. It will be a good excuse to open a bottle of French champagne.’
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. `Za vashe zdarovie, Comrade Tatiana. And my warmest congratulations!’
Tatiana stitched a ghastly smile on her face. She picked up her glass and gave a little bow. `Za vashe zdarovie, Comrade Colonel.’ She drained the glass, as is the custom in Russian drinking, and put it down in front of her.
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?’
Tatiana coloured to the roots of her hair. Russian girls are reticent and prudish about sex. In Russia the sexual climate is mid-Victorian. These questions from the Klebb woman were all the more revolting for being asked in this cold inquisitorial tone by a State official she had never met before in her life. Tatiana screwed up her courage. She stared defensively into the yellow eyes. `What is the purpose of these intimate questions please, Comrade Colonel?’
Rosa Klebb straightened. Her voice cut back like a whip. `Remember yourself, Comrade. You are not here to ask questions. You forget to whom you are speaking. Answer me!’
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