Camila "Today, when I arrived at the Semenovs', they refused to take the pastry at the gate as Madam Melania had instructed," my mother began, her voice still shaking but steadier now. "Instead, they ushered me into the house. I wasn’t sure why, but I waited near the house bar, where I could hear voices from the other room." She paused, glancing at General Sergey, guilt flashing across her face. She knew what she had done—listening in on conversations that weren’t meant for her ears. But she couldn’t hold back now. "There were young officers there, some of whom have visited this house before," she continued, her voice quieter now, almost as if she feared being overheard even here. "I wasn’t spying… but they were speaking in hushed tones, and I listened." General Sergey’s face grew darker, but he remained silent, allowing her to continue. "They were reading out names, and yours was on the list," she said, her eyes locking with his. "They were tired, frustrated with the way things a
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