It all hinged on what Beria was going to say next. Beria knew as much, and was enjoying the moment. Here was a man who really liked what he did for a living. Aurora ought to have been anxious to the point of hysteria, but after all she’d seen and lived through in the past year she could not bring herself to feel very much. She knew that as long as she lived in this country, within reach of men like these, she’d be dangling above that hole in the ice, the knife on the rope. With a word Beria could kill her. The only point was that he wanted her to know that.
