Leo counted at least thirty tanks, a column advancing along the main boulevard into the city. A deployment of this size, mobilizing at six in the morning, meant a full-scale Soviet invasion was imminent. The insurgency was about to be wiped out.
Leo hastened down the hill, running back to Karoly’s apartment. Climbing the stairs, two at a time, he reached the top floor landing, pushing open the door. Karoly was seated at the table, reading a leaflet. Leo explained:
– The Soviets have mobilized over thirty tanks. They’re entering the city. We have to find Zoya and Raisa immediately.
Karoly handed him the leaflet. Impatient, Leo glanced at it. At the top there was a photograph. It was of Leo. Karoly translated the text:
– This man is a Soviet spy. He is disguised as one of us. Report his whereabouts to the nearest revolutionary stronghold.
Leo placed the leaflet down:
– If Fraera’s looking for me, it’s proof that Raisa has been captured.
Karoly remarked:
– Leo, it’s no longer safe for you to go outside.
Leo opened the door, ready to go:
– No one is going to care about one Russian spy when there are Russian tanks on every street corner.
The door to the apartment opposite was ajar. A slice of the neighbor’s face was visible. They held eye contact. Then the neighbor shut the door.