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Natasha

Natasha
Church
The poem
Yuri
Castlemaine

 

Yuri

I will tell you another secret. But only if you promise never to tell a living soul. I saw my friend in Daylesford. He has been living a pretend life in a rural town. He has something to do with a hippy store in town. He said it was a perfect cover; no one would ever look for a communist intelligence officer in a trinket shop run by a group of unwashed Trotskyites. I found him almost the minute that I left the bus. He was walking down the street, but at first I did not recognise him. This man with the long hair and beard could not be the same man who has his uniform decorated with the Order of Lenin.

This is the secret. His name is Yuri, and he and I have been lovers since we were teenagers. He is the only man that I truly trust in this world. So of course, to him I take this little task. He has always been the best decipherer. He took me to see his shop with crowded shelves of useless things. I met the other people who work there. They had no idea who we were! Then Yuri took me to his little house and we made love. The sort of sex you can only have after a parting of years - desperate and intense . Then to work.

I showed him the scrap of poetry. Translated from the Russian it says "The moon breaks. Through the billowing fog. Pouring its sad light. On the sad fields."

Yuri studied this note. He looked up his code books. He shook his head and looked up at me. He told me something disturbing. He told me that the code did involve our Cross of Odin and that the cross was near if- if- the message was genuine. He had grave doubts. He wanted to know where I had found it. So I told him about the instructions from Moscow and the priest. We both felt that something was not right, but I had no choice. I must find that Cross before anyone else does. In the wrong hands. That code could be annihilation for all of us.

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