Natalia Stepanova: Declassified

They called her The Sparrow.

But sparrows don't slit throats in the dark. Sparrows don't seduce prime ministers, vanish into Moscow snow, and leave NATO analysts chewing aspirin and swearing in six languages. No—she was something else.
Natalia Stepanova was the kind of ghost you prayed never noticed your name. Fluent in twelve languages, lethal with a garrote or a wine glass, and born with the kind of face that made diplomats forget their passwords.
She didn't work for Russia. She was Russia.
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