‘We were taken together but sent to different prisons. I never saw him again. I don’t know if he is alive, but my heart tells me he is dead.’ ‘What did he do?’ Anastasia asks, having not heard the story yet. ‘He fell in love with me.’ ‘That’s it? No, there has to be more.’ ‘He’s from Prague; he is Czech. I call him my husband but that is the problem. We dared to attempt to marry. I’m from Moscow and we are not permitted to marry a foreign citizen.’
