AT LAST, VYKTOR RETURNS
THE GATHERING SHADOWS Kiev, Ukraine, 2 January, 1945 I stand at the window, watching. Heavy snowflakes fall like feathers from a fat goose. It is only early evening, about seven o’clock, I think, but too dark for any wandering traveller to find their way safely. So, I simply wait. I will pounce at a... Sign in to see full entry.