‘I want you to sit down.’ Her eyes flicking up at his and then away again, she pulled the chair away from the desk and sat down quickly. He sat in his chair across the desk from her. He’d locked the door behind her. Lenilko paid an independent contractor to sweep his room for bugs on a daily basis. He knew even his director, Rokva, was cautious about using his own office when discussing matters of extreme confidentiality, hence their meeting that morning in the restaurant behind Red Square. Lenilko thought this was paranoia of an exaggerated, even prissy, kind. ‘Are you loyal, Anna?’ She looked up quickly, holding his gaze. ‘Yes, Mr Lenilko.’ ‘To whom?’ ‘To you.’ ‘To me? Or to the FSB? To the Director? To the State? Which?’ Her mouth worked in confusion. ‘To... all of you.’ He shook his head, patiently rather than in exasperation. ‘Of course. You couldn’t say but otherwise. And I’ve no doubt whatsoever you’re sincere about it. You genuinely feel loyalty to multiple agencies.’ He rested his elbows on the desk, leaned forward.
