DGSE Safe House, Corsica
DGSE Safe House, CorsicaThe man who called himself merely Mr Yuri was small and waif-like. His Tatar heritage was clear in his Slavic face and his age was more towards the end of the clock than at the beginning. The name Yuri was probably not even his real name. Over the course of his life, he had gathered many names from various parts of the world; Anton, Karla, Pytor… names were but a tool of his trade.
He sat, meek and humble, almost penitent, occasionally running a hand over his balding scalp, smoothing out the fraying strands of white hair to make himself look groomed. His clothing was cheap and baggy; he wore a sombre black suit that gave him the look of a destitute priest and he carried with him, and squeezed it constantly, a small black rubber ball. It wa
