De Courcey had in fact lost his mind, Anatoly thought. Perhaps he had been too long in the sun, perhaps Molokov had drugged him - whatever the case, the wise thing to do would be to leave him alone.

But Anatoly was angry and so very tired of rearranging his life to hide from them and he wanted to fight back. "Where shall I start? Your lies? How you use people? Your choice of compatriots?"