Thriller Suspense Russia

Russia - An almost lawless country ruled by the FSB, dread successor to the KGB, criminal gangs and Pamyat, fanatical Russian nationalists. Organizations who will commit any crime, murder any civilian, even commit genocide, to further their cause. When a package of sensitive information is stolen in a well-organized robbery in Manhattan, it is soon tracked to the despotic hellhole that no sane person would want to navigate.

Tatiana Romanova, una hermosa cabo soviética, deserta aparentemente con intención de entregarse a los británicos, alegando que se ha enamorado del agente 007. Pero esto no es más que el inicio de una enrevesada operación que busca terminar con la reputación y la vida de Bond, pues la agencia soviética de contraespionaje SMERSH le ha puesto en su punto de mira, ya que el espía británico ha frustrado sus planes demasiadas veces y los rusos le han condenado a muerte.

In the midst of Putin’s war on Ukraine, his most famous spy, Yuri Kozlov—known as the Russian James Bond—is among those who defect to the United States in protest. But Yuri’s intentions are anything but clear, and he’ll be forced to decide where his loyalty truly lies before his luck runs out.

Bill Morris sometimes thinks that it seems like an unbelievable dream. But when he looks at Maria's picture on his desk, he realizes it couldn't have been a dream. It was only six months ago that he sat at his desk, looking at her picture, wondering what could have happened to her. It had then been six weeks since there had been any word from his one true love, although she had promised to write him as soon as she arrived in Russia.

It is 1933 and Garnett and Son is on its knees. William Garnett is a journalist, sent to cover Soviet show trials in Moscow in the company of one Ian Fleming. When Fleming gets too eager for his own good with local beauty, Tatiana Romanova, the boys are arrested and thrown into the bowels of Moscow's grimmest prison, with nothing but an imprisoned American actor for company. It's hard to see how things can improve.

"La vitre tintait sous le vent, des nuages gris et bas - des nuages de la ville, des nuages de pierre - passaient dans le ciel - comme s'ils étaient de retour, ces nuages étouffants de l'été que pas un orage n'avait transpercés. Sophia sentit que ces nuages n'étaient pas au dehors mais en elle, que depuis des mois ils s'amoncelaient comme des pierres, et qu'à présent, pour ne pas être étouffée par eux, il fallait qu'elle brise quelque chose en mille morceaux, ou bien qu'elle parte d'ici en courant."