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I ran up the slope, dodging between the loose rocks and boulders. This was an old game for me. For years, I had run up and down the mountains o..

When Zaya and two men came down the stairs, I knew it was time to go. Zaya had a set of handcuffs, the others each held a police style baton. ..

I knew Zaya would not give up without looking for me. I would not head west, to China. North or south would keep me in the mountains and away fro..

When the airplane touched down in Moscow, it was mid-summer, 1986. I was 23 years old. I had been posing as my deceased friend, Ivan Andreyevsky..

It was late October of 1991 when I sat in the club in St. Petersburg, listening to Stanislav’s job offer. The Soviet Union would be dead i..

The woman who would function as my assistant met me at the helipad. Galina Gerasimova. She was much more than an assistant, though. Galina and h..

My boss didn’t warn me that you need to be smart before you learn how to fly a helicopter. By the time Oleg finished the first hour of gro..

Valery grinned a lot and shook his head, when I told him what happened the night before, on the road. I did not leave anything out. Yury..

At age 34, I finally held a high school diploma. My first year back in the States went by in a blur. I never realized how much effort went into ..

My Southern education contained a few tests. Like the day I was walking back to Jewel’s house, carrying groceries. From across the street,..