Mary Nichols - The Kirilov Star

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November 1920. Russia may have endured the Revolution, but a brutal civil war still rages. As brothers are pitted against each other in battle, thousands of Russians flee as the threat draws ever closer. As distant relatives of the Romanovs, the Kirilov family is never far from suspicion, and closer to danger than most. When tragedy strikes, four-year-old Lydia Kirillova is separated from her family. The only key to her identity is the opulent jewel concealed in her petticoat.
Struck by the child’s plight, the benevolent diplomat Sir Edward Stoneleigh brings her to England, where she grows up well-educated, wealthy, and surrounded by a loving family. Yet it is not enough. Unable to recall even her own birth date, Lydia yearns to know the truth about her heritage – the charming Nikolay Andropov offers her the perfect opportunity to do so. Invited to join him on a trip to Russia, Lydia jumps at the chance to discover more about the past she finds increasingly difficult to remember. But when reality sets in, is all as it seems? With the Second World War looming, Lydia’s situation becomes desperate. Will she ever find a place to finally think of as home?

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‘Thank you.’ Lydia held out her right hand. He grasped it, but instead of shaking it, used it to pull her to him in a bear hug which took her by surprise.

‘Welcome! Welcome!’ he said again, releasing her. ‘Now, come. Katya is preparing a feast for us.’ He picked up her case and led the way to a huge limousine which was parked at the kerb. Its driver got out and took their cases to stow them in the boot, while Leonid opened the door for Lydia. She climbed in, followed by Alex. Leo got in beside the driver and the big car drew slowly away from the kerb.

Once away from the airport they were soon driving at what Lydia considered a breakneck speed through a dark landscape covered in snow.

Moscow, when they reached it half an hour later, was ill-lit and she was able to see little more than the road ahead, which was clogged with traffic, and the footpaths either side, flanked by shops and buildings, some old, many new. The pools of light from the street lamps illuminated pedestrians: men in thick padded coats, felt boots and astrakhan hats with ear flaps. Some women were in fur coats and matching hats, others were less ostentatiously clad, some distinctly ragged. A beggar sat against a doorway, a placard round his neck; a young woman hurried along carrying a baby on her back wrapped in a shawl; soldiers in grey uniforms and jackboots stood on corners. Young and old, they barely afforded the big car a glance. Nothing had changed and yet everything had.

‘Here we are,’ Leonid said, as they drew to a stop outside a tall ornate building.

Leonid occupied an apartment on the top floor. It was luxurious by Russian standards, though Lydia deplored the decor. It was noisy with clashing colour; there were ornaments all over the place, thick cloths covered the tables on which stood vases of artificial flowers. That was understandable, she decided, it was the middle of winter, after all. It was also overheated and she was glad to be relieved of her fur coat and hat.

Katya Orlova was a rotund woman with a small round head and hardly any neck. Her cheeks were rosy, perhaps from bending over the stove, and her hair was dyed very black. She obviously had a soft spot for Alex because she pulled him to her plump bosom and kissed him effusively, followed by rapid speech in Russian which Alex answered, laughing and disengaging himself to bring Lydia forward. ‘This is Lydia Conway. Lydia, Katya Orlova.’

Katya shook hands with Lydia, bidding her welcome and hoping she would enjoy her stay and take a good report back to England.

‘Thank you.’

‘Speak English,’ Leo commanded his wife. Then to Lydia, ‘Katya speaks good English. We both do. Alexei taught us when we were in Siberia.’

‘Yes, he told me. You speak it very well.’

‘Thank you. Now, I will show you round the apartment and where you will sleep, while Katya finishes the cooking.’

The apartment took up the whole floor of the building. As she followed him round, Lydia found herself wondering about the sleeping arrangements. Had their host assumed she and Alex were living together? Was that accepted in Russia?

She was answered when Leo threw open a door. ‘Lydia, you will sleep here,’ he said. ‘My friend, Alexei, will have the room next to this.’ He laughed and thumped Alex on the back. ‘You will be close, eh? The bathroom is at the end of the corridor. You will wish to wash and change. Your cases are in your rooms. Come back to us when you are ready.’ And with that he turned and left them.

They stood facing each other. Alex laughed. ‘He is not the soul of tact, is he? But he means well.’ He stepped into her room, pulled her in and shut the door. ‘Alone at last.’

Lydia laughed. ‘Alex, don’t be silly.’

‘I’m not. We’ve been together all day and I haven’t kissed you once.’ And he proceeded to make up for lost time.

She squirmed away from him, somehow uncomfortable making love under someone else’s roof. ‘I must wash and change. I feel grubby and unkempt, and we mustn’t keep our hosts waiting for their supper.’

He sighed. ‘OK. I’ll leave you. Don’t take too long in the bathroom or I’ll come and join you.’ He blew her a kiss and departed.

She had brought only two dresses suitable for evening wear: a soft dove-grey crêpe and a blue silk. Less than an hour later, refreshed and dressed in the blue silk and with her hair neatly rolled into a pleat, she rejoined her host. Alex was already with him. He stopped speaking in mid-sentence to turn towards her and whistle appreciatively, raising his glass of vodka to her in salute before taking a mouthful. The men in Russia drank vodka whatever time of day it was and seemed to be able to put away vast quantities of it with little effect.

The thick cloth on the table had been covered with white damask and laid with cutlery and soup bowls for four. Katya came in carrying a huge pan of steaming soup and set it on the table. Leonid beckoned Lydia to take her place. The soup was delicious. Lydia asked what was in it. ‘It is solyanka ,’ Katya said. ‘It is made from chicken and ham with potatoes, pickled cucumber, onions and tomato, olives, lemon and soured cream. You like it?’

‘Very much.’ It would have made a meal in itself, but that was followed by a gargantuan main course of meatballs in a rich sauce with heaps of vegetables, all washed down with an oversweet wine. She was not allowed to stop there. Katya disappeared and returned with a plate of pancakes and insisted Lydia had at least one. It was filled with berries and honey and topped with soured cream. Having eaten it, she put her cutlery down feeling ready to burst.

There had been little conversation over the meal, as if eating was more important than talk and they could not do both at once, but as they sat over the remains, finishing off the wine, reticence was overcome. Lydia thanked them for the meal and laughingly said she would become very fat if she stayed with them very long, which they took as a compliment. ‘I am grateful to you for being such generous hosts,’ she added. ‘You know why I have come to Russia again?’

‘Yes, Alexei has told us. He told us all about you. We feel we know you already.’

‘And I you, and I must thank you for the copy of the picture and article you sent to England. It meant a lot to me.’

‘You are welcome.’

‘But I am anxious to know about Yuri.’

‘Of course you are. He had a poor childhood, but he did well on his own merit. He attended Moscow State Technical University and was an outstanding student. After graduating he went to work in my electronics factory in Kiev.’

‘That was good of you.’

‘Not at all. I promised Alexei when we parted that I would do what I could for him, in the name of friendship, you understand, but also because Russia needs brilliant engineers. He has done very well. His mother can be proud of him.’

‘Oh, I am. When shall I see him?’

‘I have arranged for him to be given some leave. You are to meet him at Kirilhor the day after tomorrow.’

‘Kirilhor!’

He grinned. ‘I thought you might like to see it again.’

‘Oh, I shall, but how…?’

‘We fly to Kiev tomorrow and must attend the first session of the conference for appearance’s sake,’ he explained. ‘Then I will keep your minder busy so you can slip away and catch the train to Petrovsk. I have some Russian clothes for you. You will be less conspicuous in those.’ It was said with an appreciative look at her evening dress.

‘You seem to have thought of everything and I am truly grateful,’ Lydia said. She rose to her feet. ‘Now, if you will excuse me, I think I shall go to bed.’

Both men rose and kissed her cheek. She hugged Katya and was gone, to lay in bed too excited to sleep. She was going to see Yuri and it was Alex who had brought it about. Dearest, devoted Alex…

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