Andrew Williams - To Kill a Tsar

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2 April 1879, St Petersburg. A shot rings out in Palace Square. The Tsar is unhurt, but badly shaken. Cossack guards tackle the would-be assassin to the ground. And in the melee no one notices a pretty, dark-haired young woman in a heavy coat walk purposefully away from the scene.
Russia is alive with revolutionaries and this is just one of many assassination attempts on the unpopular Tsar Alexander II. For Dr Frederick Hadfield, part of the Anglo-Russian establishment with a medical practice dependent on the patronage of the nobility, politics is a distraction. But when he meets the passionate idealist Anna Petrovna, he finds himself drawn into a dangerous double life.
Set in a world of stark contrasts, from glittering ballrooms to the cruel cells of the House of Preliminary Detention, from the grandeur of the British Embassy to the underground presses of the young revolutionaries,
is both a gripping thriller and a passionate love story.

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The gaslights were burning low in his drawing room and the maid had lit the fire. Even at that hour, Mikhailov was immaculately dressed in a dark suit and burgundy tie. He listened to Anna without emotion, his face expressing not a flicker of surprise or regret. All of them had felt downcast since the tsar’s escape — all of them but Mikhailov — even this calamity he had taken in his stride. Every day that had passed since had brought worse news, of supporters arrested, a small press seized, safe apartments raided. But nothing seemed to ruffle Mikhailov’s smooth feathers.

‘That’s the fifth address in four days,’ he said, rising to his feet. ‘I thought we’d dealt with the problem.’

Anna stiffened a little. ‘You mean you executed the wrong man?’

‘Of course not,’ he replied, his lips twitching a little in a sardonic smile. ‘Would you like something to drink?’

He walked to the corner of the room and began busying himself with the samovar. ‘It’s strange we’ve had no warning from the Director. I think it’s time I spoke to him, don’t you?’ He poured a little hot water into his silver pot then spooned in some tea. ‘These raids have damaged the party. We won’t be able to make another attempt for a while. Some sugar?’

‘No thank you.’

Mikhailov walked over to where she was sitting, the glass of tea almost lost in his large hand. He stood in front of her, square and solid like a country squire, gazing thoughtfully into the fire: ‘The tsar has appointed Loris-Melikov as minister of the interior in charge of security. He’s a wily old Armenian bird. Things will be harder. We’re going to have to plan more thoroughly. We’ve been taking too many risks.’

He placed the glass on a small table beside Anna and turned back to the samovar. ‘Too many risks.’

His words made her uncomfortable. Was he trying to suggest Frederick was a risk? Life lived in the shadows meant every word was to be doubted, every action a conspiracy, one had to be ever vigilant, ever watchful. Spies, informers, curious neighbours, frightened comrades — it was hard to prevent suspicion creeping like a cancer into every corner of your life.

‘You were careful, weren’t you?’ Mikhailov had stepped over to the window and was gazing into the lane.

‘Yes. Of course,’ she replied hotly. ‘Is something wrong?’

‘Perhaps.’ He took a step away and began peering round the drape.

‘What is it?’

‘I wonder who Viktor has befriended.’

‘Your dvornik?’

‘Yes.’ For a few seconds more he stood glancing up and down Troitsky and across at the mansion block opposite. Anna was on the point of rising to join him at the window when he turned abruptly to her: ‘Grab your coat.’

‘What is it?’

‘Do as I say.’ Reaching over to the desk drawer, he removed a revolver and slipped rounds and some powder in his jacket pocket. Then he stepped over to the drape again and carefully lifted the dainty pink parasol from the window. ‘Ready?’

‘What about your papers?’

He drew a small leather case from beneath the desk. ‘Here,’ he said, slapping the revolver against it. ‘I am always prepared for unwelcome visitors.’ He took his heavy black coat and a high hat from the hall and led Anna out on to the landing. ‘It may be nothing,’ he said in a low voice as they walked swiftly down the stairs, ‘but I think I’ve seen Viktor’s new friend before. Round-shouldered, hand constantly at his mouth, he looks like one of the agents who followed me from the Haymarket a few months ago. Best not to take chances.’

At the bottom of the stairs, Mikhailov paused at a window overlooking the yard, then beckoned Anna to follow him into the servants’ corridor. But instead of leading her to the rear entrance, he took a key from his pocket and opened the dvornik’s door.

‘What if he brings the gendarmes?’

‘He won’t bring them here. He doesn’t know I have a key.’

The room was a windowless box, the only furniture a low bed, a rough plank table and chairs. On the wall above the bed a small dark icon of Virgin and Child, and a number of prayer cards, one bearing the face of the tsar. Snatching up a rag from the table, Mikhailov wiped one of the rustic chairs and sat down. ‘This place stinks of cabbage.’

They sat in silence for half an hour, Mikhailov with his eyes closed, arms folded complacently across his chest; Anna fidgeting anxiously in a chair by the stove. At last they heard the dvornik coughing like a sick horse as he shuffled along the corridor. Rising quickly from the table with a lightness of step surprising in such a large man, Mikhailov took a position to the left of the door. A moment later, the rattle of the key in the lock and it swung open to reveal Viktor in his padded winter kaftan and fur hat.

‘What…’ His jaw dropped at the sight of Anna beside his stove.

‘Come in and close the door,’ she hissed at him. ‘I’ve a message for you.’

The old man pulled a face, his little eyes almost disappearing beneath his brow, in two minds whether to do as he was bidden. Then, judging himself a match for a petite young woman, he took a step inside.

‘Hello, my friend…’ said Mikhailov, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. The dvornik flinched as if from a blow, and his face creased with fear: ‘Alexander Dmitrievich…’

‘The same. Now, Viktor…’ Mikhailov turned the old man’s bent shoulders firmly about so they were facing each other. ‘Who was that ugly fellow you were speaking to in the lane?’

‘He was… he was very interested in you, Your Honour,’ the dvornik stammered. ‘He said you were a—’ The sentence died in his throat.

‘Does he have friends with him?’

‘I saw one, Your Honour. He said more…’

‘…are coming?’

‘Yes, Your Honour.’

‘Then we have no time to waste,’ said Mikhailov, turning to address Anna. Pulling the revolver from his coat pocket, he broke it open. ‘You’re going to stay here in your room, Viktor, aren’t you?’ Snap. The cylinder clicked back into place. The dvornik nodded vigorously, his eyes fixed on the gun, his right hand pulling anxiously at his beard. ‘You won’t disappoint me?’ Mikhailov asked quietly, and he placed a firm hand on the old man’s shoulder again.

‘No, Your Honour. No.’

‘Good fellow. And you haven’t seen us, have you?’

‘No, Your Honour.’

The yard was empty and there was only one set of footprints in the snow.

‘You must leave first. Keep walking, whatever happens. Do you understand?’ There was an iciness in Mikhailov’s voice, in his heavy-lidded eyes, a subtle change that left her in no doubt as to his intention.

‘Yes. I understand.’

‘Go then,’ he said, and stepped away from the door.

She walked quickly, her gaze fixed on the wicket in the old carriage gate, silently repeating a small prayer — ‘Please God there is no one, please God’ — a tight knot of fear in her stomach. Crisp fresh snow beneath her feet, her breath a little short, yes, please God it would end well. But there was someone. A shadow at the gate. Caught by the morning sun streaming through cracks in the planking. He must have heard her footsteps and was ready. Her only hope was that he would take her for a maid. She pulled her scarf a little higher and, with her heart in her mouth, stepped through the wicket into the lane. She was aware of him only feet from her but turned the opposite way. Before she had gone more than a few steps he was at her heels.

‘Hey, miss.’ He spoke with rough authority like an army sergeant. ‘Stop there.’

But Anna ignored him and walked briskly on as Mikhailov had instructed her to do. She began to pray again: frantic, inarticulate, a jumble of feelings and words.

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