Zofia put on gloves as KGB General Ivanov entered her salon with his fifteen-year-old daughter. Ivanov’s reign of terror had brutalized Krakow’s citizens. Zofia recalled his laughter after he’d killed her husband and their twelve-year-old son.
“Olga wants her ears pierced.” Ivanov touched his daughter’s hair.
Zofia picked up a needle from the dresser. “Honored.”
She dipped the needle in a liquid. “To stop the pain.”
“Good woman.” Ivanov smiled.
Zofia pierced Olga’s ears and cleaned the surrounding skin with the same liquid.
Ivanov screamed as Olga convulsed and collapsed with a final breath.
Sarin, the nerve blocker, was swift, reliable.