Monday, November 9, 2020

Moskovsky Komsomolets: Interview of Lyudmila Nuykina, Veteran KGB Illegal Intelligence Officer

On February 21, 2020, one of the most popular semi-tabloid Russian newspapers Moskovsky Komsomolets published an interview of Lyudmila Nuykina, veteran KGB illegal intelligence officer. The interview was conducted by a well-known Russian journalist Eva Merkacheva who frequently writes about the Russian foreign intelligence service. Below is my translation available only on this website.

Declassified in 2017, Nuykina gave her first major public interview to the Russian state-owned news agency RIA Novosti on March 7, 2018. The translation of this interview is also available on my website and can be accessed here.

Eva Merkacheva: Russian Illegal Intelligence Officer Described How She Gave Birth Abroad

Moskovsky Komsomolets February 21, 2020

The director of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service (SVR), Sergey Naryshkin, recently declassified seven illegal intelligence officers. This was a unique event: never before have so many names of illegal officers been made public. One of the officers, Vitaly Nuykin, worked in tandem with his wife Lyudmila. “The Redhead” - as he called his faithful comrade at home - revealed to us the secrets of their joint work.

- To make the interview interesting, one needs to be frank. Are you sure that I am allowed to do that? - Lyudmila Nuykina doubtfully asked her “handlers” from the SVR before the interview.

And, yes, she was. In honor of the centenary of the foreign intelligence service, she was allowed to share her most deeply hidden stories: how they got computer secrets, how they exposed enemy spies, how [Oleg] Gordievsky betrayed them.

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION: Vitaly Nuykin was born on April 5, 1939 in the village of Mokhovskoye in the Parfenovsky District of the Altai Region. In 1960, he graduated from the Faculty of International Relations at MGIMO. After that, he was employed in the state security services.

Until 1986, he and his wife operated in more than 18 countries. Nuykin obtained very valuable information on the political strategies of the leading Western countries. The Nuykins were recalled from their last assignment due to Gordievsky’s betrayal. After returning to the USSR, they worked in a number of analytical departments of the Center. Lyudmila Ivanovna was declassified in 2017 and Vitaly Alekseyevich in 2020.

Dressed in the Military Jacket and Boots

Lyudmila Ivanovna looks very classy. Her clothes, her manners, her quiet melodic voice. She often mixes Russian words with the French ones, but this gives her even more charm. Addressing the interlocutor, she says: “Monsieur,” “Mon Sire.” She tells jokes and likes to laugh. But when it comes to serious topics, she transforms before one’s eyes, becomes sad, and sometimes even cries…

Being oneself is difficult for an intelligence officer. But, even when they worked under false names, Nuykina and her husband did not lose the sense of who they were as people. It is no coincidence that the friends they had made in different countries who contacted them afterwards (after the betrayal of Gordievsky, their photographs were seen around the world) did not stop being their friends!

- It is inappropriate to ask a woman about her age. But perhaps you’d tell me what your birthday is?

- Which birthday? I have several of them. (Laughs.)

- The real one, not according to the cover story.

- I even have two real birthdays. I was born in September, but in my birth certificate they wrote down that it was October. I come from a Siberian village. And people there believed that the exact date of birth was not that important.

- It is difficult to imagine that the village like that is the birthplace of someone who will later work as an illegal intelligence officer abroad.

- Vasily Shukshin was also born in a Siberian village. But we are from different regions. That even a village girl can become an illegal intelligence officer is a fact. You have a living example before you.

I am proud that I am not a professor’s daughter, for instance, and that I come from a rural area. I remember my childhood well: isolation, post-war poverty, ruin, but such a vibrant desire to live and such a passionate interest in learning! We (the village families) would collect 5 kopecks each in order to buy mittens for someone, or a hat, or boots, so he or she can attend school. And at school we used charcoal to write on newspapers.  

By the way, my husband also came from a poor family. When he studied at MGIMO, he attended lectures in a military jacket and boots that he had inherited from his father, a WWII veteran. His fellow students laughed at him, but he didn’t really care.

When we were children, we didn’t know much about anything. It was so interesting to study. And now children don’t want to. We would buy somebody a hat or mittens, so that they could go to school. And now they are taking the child to school by car, even then he doesn’t want to go. He is still “a nobody,” but he has everything at his disposal.

- You are a medical doctor by training? What can a physician and an intelligence officer have in common?

- Yes, I am really a doctor, an obstetrician-gynecologist by profession. I even worked as a village doctor for a while.

First, they sent me to the taiga. Former convicts with axes in their hand would come to my first-aid post and say: “Give me some alcohol!” But I was not afraid of them. My patients were interesting. One day an elderly man with a thick beard, a painted sash, in a traditional blouse came to see me. He said that his ear hurt. I prescribed him a powder (at that time, pills were rarely used, we often had powders only) and I told him to take it every day. Three days later, he came back: “Young woman, I did everything as you ordered. My ear doesn’t hurt anymore, but I can’t hear anything.” I looked and it turned out that he poured powder into his ear! [Sometimes] I rode a horse to visit my sick patients. Oh, those were the times ... A woman gives birth and I deliver the baby and I am the first to see it! Do you understand? What a joy!

- You talk about your profession with so much love... Why did you leave it behind for the job in the intelligence service?

- If you love somebody, then you will do everything for him. Vitaly chose the career of an intelligence officer first. We were friends since I was 16. But I didn’t find out what his profession was right away. Here is how it happened. We moved to Moscow, got married, and our son was born. Then one day he asked me: “What do you think about living with someone else’s passport?” And I said: “Why do I need someone else’s passport?! I have my own!”

I kept asking the people from the intelligence service: “Tell me, what am I supposed to do?” They wouldn’t tell me anything specific. Later on, I understood why. Had they told me everything right away, I would have been scared. But I would not have said no. I was ready to go even into the fire for my husband. I loved him so much.

But, in general, since I was a child, I realized that you do not live only for yourself. My husband felt the same. When entering the foreign intelligence service, we were not interested in how much money we would make or what benefits we would get. This never even crossed our minds.

- What languages did you study?

- French, English, Spanish... I studied mainly by watching films. That’s the most effective method.

My husband focused on English. Konon Molody came to our house. He taught my husband English swear words. He said: “You must know them! Otherwise, they will swear at you, and you will smile.” The future traitor Gordievsky taught my husband Danish.

The course of study included a lot of things that are still classified. But, in general, we received wartime military training, so we even learned how to plant bombs, how to clear mines, etc. The program included martial arts and rifle training as well. I went through the same exercises that my husband went through. This was done so that I could replace him at any time if need be. But working in tandem was easier and less stressful.

- Do remember your first trip abroad?

- Of course! But at first we went separately. I remember I rented an apartment from a woman who was a local resident and who turned out to be employed by the local intelligence service! I realized this much later and it all happened by accident. Once she said to me: “Let’s have lunch in the cafeteria at my workplace.” I said: “Fine.” I went to the address she indicated, and there was the analogue of our current FSB. It turned out that I stepped right into the lair of the enemy. My husband also had some “adventures” on his first trip, and, after he came back, he told me: “I am never again going by myself.”

“You are doing the procedure wrong”

- What is the most difficult thing in the work of an illegal intelligence officer?

- “Settling down.” You have to settle down in a foreign country, to find your niche. Even if you have a good cover story, all the right documents, and the money for the initial time period, you still have to prove yourself there and get a stable occupation.

- Which one?

- Well, my husband and I enrolled in school, then got jobs. My husband became an engineer, a great specialist in the field of technology. Then he opened several firms in different countries. One of them - can you believe it - is still operational and makes a profit!

- And what did you study? Something related to medicine?

- No, I studied basic bookkeeping and typing and received a diploma. But I always missed medicine very much. Once I almost blew my cover. I had to have a small surgery and I blurted out on the operating table: “You are doing the procedure wrong. That’s not how it’s done.” I immediately justified my statement by saying that I had a friend who was a professor of medicine, and I learned about the correct procedure from her.

- Technical intelligence collection raises a lot of controversy. It means that a country, instead of developing its own scientific potential, uses intelligence officers who “borrow” ready-made scientific discoveries from others.

- “If something is not attached well, why not pick it up?” - said one foreign [non-Russian] intelligence officer. And I agree with him. We save the time and the resources of our own country. And they can then be more profitably directed to something else. You see, it is an eternal cycle.

- Did you get only the documentation or the equipment as well?

- Both. Several times we took with us large bags full of equipment. [For instance] we obtained the first computers. In general, we were able to transport [to the Center] so many valuable things, but we always worried that some of them would end up in the garbage. After all, a lot depends on those who later use this equipment, who make decisions what to do with it.

“Somehow You Kiss like a Russian”

- Were there situations similar to those in the TV series Seventeen Moments of Spring when the narrator says: “Shtirlits has never been so close to failure as now”?

- The risks were constant. Once we went through the passport control at the border and the policeman asked my husband: “What is the name of your wife?” He said my name, but from the previous cover story (which we used on another trip based on different documents). Oh, God, how I pretended to be angry at him! It was so convincing that the policeman himself turned everything into a joke: “Don’t worry,” he said to me “all men are like this, we are all forgetful.”

Once during our wedding ceremony (and we got married several times!) the registrar asked my husband: “What is the last name of the mother of your future wife?” And my husband only remembered the Russian last name. Thank God he stayed silent. He behaved in such a way so that everything could be attributed to his excitement before the ceremony.

But those were all trifles. There were cases when they asked us uncomfortable questions directly. Here are a couple of examples. In one small African country, there was a cafe called “Ali Baba,” whose owner most likely worked for the local intelligence service. In fact, the cafe itself was specially set up so that intelligence agents from different countries would meet there. One day the owner of the café said to my husband: “You are a Russian spy!” Directly, to his face. And my husband replied: “And you are an American spy! So, what’s the problem?” He laughed and never brought up the issue again. One must never lose one’s cool. I realized this right away when I started working in intelligence.

And here’s an anecdote from another country: a wine festival was held at a restaurant, everyone was having a good time, and I drank with a German for eternal brotherhood. He said to me: “You kiss like a Russian.” I quickly replied: “I don’t know how it is with you, Russians, but we, the French, kiss like this.”

- Who were you according to the cover story?

- I had a lot of cover stories. Once we rented an apartment as Spaniards, and the owner had a friend, who was a former French counterintelligence officer. And he decided to test whether we were spies. First, he pretended to thrust into my hands some kind of a red book in Spanish accidentally. I answered him with a tirade in Spanish. He didn’t expect that. Then, he arranged for the second test: he invited a real Spaniard to dinner. I passed that exam as well.

Once we got into a situation on the verge of being exposed and, had it been not for my insolence and daring (in the good sense of these words), we could have been caught. Here’s what happened: In one of the countries, they told us: “Go to your embassy and bring a document that your passport is valid.” The passport was made by our service. It was a Saturday, the end of the working day. We went to “our” embassy. The ambassador came out and I told him a tearful story about how some “bad” people demanded additional papers. He said to me: “Please, don’t get upset, I’ll make them regret what they did to you.” And he himself sat down at the typewriter (everybody had already left) and typed what was needed. And there was also a case about which I will say this: a country changed one of its laws because of me, after I wrote a very touching letter to the government.

“I forgot the password!”

-Some intelligence officers claim that it is safer to work alone than in pairs.

- I don’t think so. It sometimes happens that one intelligence officer gets too carried away and then makes mistakes. The partner can notice that and correct it on time. I would tell my husband: “Do not forget who you really are.” And he repeated the same thing to me.

If my husband and I went to some kind of a cocktail reception, we kept an eye on each other. [For example, we monitored] who approached him, who approached me, what questions they asked us. Then, we analyzed everything together. Once my husband said that the second secretary of an embassy, ​​with whom he had danced, jokingly said while teasing him: “You are not really a Dane!” I insisted that we inform the Center about it. The Center’s reply was: “Never have any contacts with that woman again, she is a spy.”

The Center guides the intelligence officers in the field.  It is like a guardian angel. We can’t know everything. But it also happens sometimes that the Center does not know something. Although this may seem to concern a trifling matter, it nevertheless may lead to exposure.

- For example?

- When we left on our assignment abroad, we were told: “Do not stay in the same hotel room, because, according to your cover story, you are only engaged and not married yet.” Well, we took two separate rooms and immediately fell under suspicion. In that country, this was not the appropriate thing to do.

- Was working as a couple often helpful?

- On one occasion when we carried bags with equipment, we saw a telephone booth, and, for some reason, there was a policeman in it. What was he doing there, who was he calling? Maybe he was waiting for us! We immediately threw away our bags, hugged, and started to kiss. And it all looked so natural.

- Were there also some funny situations?

- Yes, of course. Once when we also had bags full of equipment with us, we were waiting for our contact. We began to worry. The contact came but was silent. Everyone started to get nervous. And then he told us in a pleading voice: “I forgot the password!”

It was also easier to work when having a small child. Imagine this situation: a mother is walking and pushing her baby in a stroller. Who will pay attention to her? Then she wipes her baby’s nose or perhaps gives the baby a pacifier, while, with the other hand, she passes on something to somebody imperceptibly. The husband stays at a distance and makes sure that nobody was watching. So even children can “take part” in intelligence work.

My husband and I developed a special language; we had words which were signals and warnings. When he was awarded a medal by a secret decree, I told him about it using these words. We came home, poured ourselves a drink, and drank it up. We celebrated in this way, without saying a word about the medal.

“While giving birth, I yelled out in French”

- You gave birth abroad. Was there a risk that you would yell out in Russian during childbirth? Remember the episode from the TV series Seventeen Moments of Spring where Shtirlits said to the radio operator Kat: “Are you going to yell out ‘mommy’ in Russian?”

- I gave birth to our second child abroad. I yelled out in French. When on a mission, I made Russian my enemy number one. My husband and I never used it when we were abroad. We even quarreled in a foreign language.

But there were moments when we really missed the Russian language. Then we went to the airport (we knew when the flights from the Soviet Union were arriving) and walked unnoticed behind a group of Russians. How happy we were when they swore in Russian! For us, it was like a music. It was such a relief, it seemed as if we had visited our homeland. I taught myself to think in French. I still see my dreams in that language.

- What was the scariest thing while you lived abroad?

- For me personally, it was scary to get sick. In your homeland, your loved ones will call you an ambulance and will come to the hospital to visit you. Abroad, everything is much more difficult. Once I was admitted to a Catholic hospital in serious condition. I lost consciousness. I opened my eyes and a nun was standing in front of me. I thought: “Lord, I already crossed over.” I lost a lot of blood, and our friends who lived in the neighborhood donated blood for me. So now I have Irish, Australian, and English blood in me.

“Your son is taking ballet lessons”

- Did you take your first son with you on intelligence missions abroad?

- No. We left him here. That caused me the biggest suffering. True, we knew that everything was fine with him, that he was under the supervision of his grandmother. But it was very difficult (Lyudmila Ivanovna cries). I was not even allowed to have his photo with me. And what would they say about him in the radiogram? “At home, everything is all right.” Well, that sounds very general, doesn’t it? Once they wrote: “Your son is taking ballet lessons.” That was something concrete, we could follow his progress in life. We were so happy.

Our second child was born abroad. We returned to Moscow for the first time when he was 4 years old, and at first he cried a lot. He did not speak Russian and did not understand anything. “Where is Coca-Cola? Where did all these relatives come from? Why do they speak in a strange language?!” The children in the neighborhood were saying, “Let’s not take this American spy into our circle.” And I was foolish to translate that for him. He was so upset.

Then I said: “I will join my husband and take the child along.” And I left for another assignment, from which I returned after the betrayal of Gordievsky.

- Do you regret that intelligence work has deprived you of the joys of motherhood?

- There is no point in regretting anything. Once I had a dream that my husband and I were detained and put in jail. We were placed in different cells, but at some point they brought us together for interrogation, and I told him: “It’s so good that the baby is not with us.”

“Gordievsky sold out everything”

- What feelings do you have about Gordievsky? It was because of him that you had to stop doing your work.

- I remember that the Center said: “Both foreign and our journalists are looking for you. Call your relatives to tell them to say that they don’t know you.” Gordievsky even revealed our Moscow telephone number and our address.

He had visited us at home. Later, after his betrayal, I often remembered how I made coffee for him. Recalling this, I wanted to turn back the clock and throw a hot drink in his face. Well, if you don’t like something in your country, you should just leave. Why ruin the lives of others, too?

- Why did he betray you in particular?

- Well, he betrayed everybody he knew. He needed to provide for his livelihood abroad, so he sold out everything and everyone. Then he began to make up stories. And what else could he do? He was paid to provide information. No information, no need of you. And who needs traitors anyway?

- How does he live now, do you know?

- He has a wife and two daughters. But I do not envy such people. That’s not life, but bare existence. He lives in fear all the time. They say that sometimes he is seen with a wig and sometimes with a glued-on mustache and a beard. His eyes are always on the lookout. He lives in constant tension.

- Is there any reason for him to be afraid? [Sergey] Skripal was poisoned.

- What has to be feared is one’s conscience. And why would he [Skripal], well-known by our service, be eliminated? That’s not our method. Once, at an international conference on intelligence, a legendary intelligence officer refused to sit with him on the podium. And he said: “I am not sitting at the same table with traitors.”

The last assassination of a political enemy by our intelligence service was in 1959. There is an unspoken agreement between the countries not to take revenge on the intelligence officers who defect. Well, he got caught, served time, and was freed. And nobody is supposed to go after him.

Can you imagine what level of protection would have to be provided to George Blake, Kim Philby [while he was alive], so that, God forbid, they would not be poisoned? Not so long ago, when Blake had a medical emergency in a Moscow suburb, an article about this appeared in a British newspaper. The point I am trying to make is that he is accessible to the media and gives interviews.

“I was the third after Gorbachev”

- Did you continue working in the intelligence service even after you returned from abroad?

- Yes, but in a different capacity. An interesting point: I was a bit afraid to return. This was a purely psychological matter because I’ve lived so many years abroad. Everyone around us was talking about how horrible the USSR was and that was very difficult on me, although I understood that it was not true. I asked my husband: “What if we did have the villains in power at home and they put us in prison?” And he said: “Redhead, what’s with you, you started to believe the Western media?” We came back and I breathed a sigh of relief.

When I returned, I did not speak Russian well. But that didn’t bother me. By the way, I was busy with the work in the service and with social activities. I was elected to the party committee to represent the interests of women.

In 1989, for the first time in the history of the intelligence service, a woman who was an illegal intelligence officer was appointed to the presidium at the All-Union Congress in honor of March 8. They didn’t even tell me exactly what I was supposed to do, just that I needed to show up at the Bolshoi Theater! I came to the Lubyanka first. I pressed the button: “Where are you going, comrade?” I replied: “To the meeting.” The guard on duty tried to frighten me: “You made a mistake, once you enter here, you won’t come out any time soon.” If he only knew who he was trying to scare, who he was talking to!

The party committee instructed me to sit quietly and try to remain unnoticed. And that I can reveal my identity to one person only if he asked me. Only one person…

- Gorbachev!

- Yes, exactly!

I was seated in such a way so as not to be visible, even though I was the third after Gorbachev. But as the anthem started playing, I stood up, and it looked like as if I was standing behind the podium and giving a speech. When the anthem ended, I sat down, and was not visible again. However, in the morning when I showed up at work, I was summoned to my supervisors right away. “What were you doing at the podium?” And they show me the picture on the front page of the Pravda. We had a good laugh.

There were many very serious things, but there were sometimes funny things, too.

When I retired, I still “remained” in the intelligence service, because one can’t really be a former intelligence officer. But what I missed the most was the opportunity to tell young people about the profession of an intelligence officer, about the people I knew, about my husband, about all those heroes I worked with. Though of course we never forget the motto of our service: “Without the right to glory, for the glory of the State!”

 

 

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Moskovskaya Pravda: The Story of Africa de las Heras, A Spanish-Born KGB Illegal Intelligence Officer

On September 18, 2020, the City of Moscow daily newspaper Moskovskaya Pravda published a chapter from the upcoming book on the Soviet intelligence officers by journalist Ilona Yegiazarova. The chapter describes the life and work of Africa de las Heras (1909-1988), a Spanish-born Soviet intelligence officer active both during the World War Two and the early Cold War. In her later life, de las Heras was active in training the new generations of Soviet illegal intelligence officers. Below is my translation available only on this blog.

Ilona Yegiazarova: Colonel Africa

Moskovskaya Pravda September 18, 2020

Moscow. The Red Square. Dawn is about to break. The square is unusually deserted and there is a certain mystique in that: it seems as if the shadows of the historical figures will emerge from behind the red bricks, come to life, and begin to reveal the secrets of the past. But instead of the ghosts, a beautiful gray-haired woman appears on the square carrying a bouquet of blood-red carnations and walks sadly to the Kremlin wall...

I witnessed this episode several years ago: the SVR Press Bureau invited me to the set of the docudrama about the legendary Soviet intelligence officer Africa de las Heras entitled “Patria. The Woman Classified ‘Top Secret’.”  The director of the film, our former compatriot and half Basque, Algis Arlauskas, came from Spain and brought a group of Spanish actors with him to Moscow. The SVR consultants were also present on the set, and from their detailed comments and the conversations with the director and actors, who were themselves immersed in the material, the image of this amazing woman began to form in my head.

Usually, when working on biographical docudramas, the scriptwriters and directors complain about the lack of “catchy” details from the lives of their heroes. However, in this case, they were faced with the opposite extreme: they had to pare down and cut so much and leave out a lot of very interesting facts. Indeed, the real biography of our heroine is amazing.

The Sultry Girl

She was born in the city of Ceuta (Spanish Morocco) in 1909, where her father, an officer who was critical of the ruling regime of Miguel Primo de Rivera, worked in the military archive. And although Zoilo de las Heras Jimenez was the brother of the famous Spanish general Manuel de las Heras, working in Morocco was for him essentially an exile. (Remember the uncle who was the general; we will come back to him later in our story). The father gave his daughter an unusual name – Africa - in gratitude to the African continent which has sheltered him and his family. After some time, they returned to Spain where Zoilo died suddenly in 1933. Africa and her older sister Virtudes found themselves on their own.

Our heroine got married early; she barely turned 19 and her husband was an officer, of course. He was a supporter of Francisco Franco, but at that time Africa did not attach any significance to that. Then the couple had a child, and, with all the passion of her nature, she plunged into the joys of motherhood. But the baby died.

This was the traumatic turning point that changed her life. The unhappy woman looked for an outlet for her emotions; she did not know where to direct her unspent energy... Her husband seemed not to understand what was going on and they divorced. Then Africa turned to the parties of the Left.

In mid-1933, she worked in a textile factory in Madrid and joined the Communist Party. Soon, she took part in the preparations for the miners’ uprising in the province of Asturias. She carried out the most dangerous assignments: she distributed weapons and acted as a liaison between the various detachments of the rebels all the while using the cover of being the famous general’s niece.

She ended up in jail a couple times and then hid from the authorities for the whole year.

When the Spanish Civil War broke out, “Afrikita” enthusiastically joined the fight against the Franco regime. It was then that she was recruited by the Soviet foreign intelligence in Madrid. On its behalf, she began taking dangerous trips to neighboring countries. She took on the operational pseudonym “Patria” which she used in her reports to the Center for the rest of her life.

Leon Trotsky, Ramon Mercader, and Nikolay Kuznetsov

Our heroine has faithfully served in the Soviet foreign intelligence service for more than 45 years. It is breathtaking just to try to count the roles she played and the missions she was involved in. However, the truth and the legend are difficult to keep apart in this respect. Her full biography is still classified and there are gaps that many have filled with invented tales.

The most intriguing chapter in her life is perhaps her acquaintance with Leon Trotsky. It is said that she was assigned to him in the role of a translator and a secretary. It is also said that she was a friend of Ramon Mercader and helped him prepare the assassination of the “demon of the revolution” on Stalin’s orders. She was active in the circle of [Mexican] artists, Frida Kahlo and David Siqueiros. However, she was urgently recalled to the USSR in 1939 when the Soviet intelligence chief in Madrid Alexander Orlov, frightened by the purge in the intelligence service, defected to the West. The Center feared that he would expose Africa and recalled her to Moscow. Here our heroine received the Soviet citizenship and got a job in the textile factory. Many Spaniards arrived in the USSR at that time and no one even suspected who this dark, fragile beauty really was. And Orlov never exposed his former subordinate...

When the Great Patriotic War began, Africa made every effort to be sent to the frontline. She enlisted in the Special Medical Unit of the OMSBON (Independent Motorized Brigade for Special Operations) of the NKVD, then she attended the accelerated courses for radio operators. After graduating with honors, she was sent to the newly formed reconnaissance and sabotage unit “Victors” under the command of the future Hero of the Soviet Union Dmitry Medvedev. In her memoirs, she wrote:

“Sometime later, I took the oath of a radio operator. I solemnly swore that I would never surrender to the enemy alive and would blow up with grenades the transmitter, the quartz mechanism, and the ciphers. I was handed two grenades, a pistol, a curved [Finnish] knife. From that moment on, I constantly carried with me all of that...”

From a partisan detachment, deep behind enemy lines, she fearlessly sent to Moscow secret information obtained by intelligence officer Nikolay Kuznetsov who operated undercover as the officer of the German secret police Paul Siebert. In order to send his encrypted messages to the Center, three radio operators, accompanied by guards, would go out of the camp into the forest. Two radio operators would broadcast disinformation, and only Africa – because she was the best – was chosen to transmit accurate information to Moscow. This was done to deceive the potential German interceptors. Nikolay Kuznetsov called her his favorite radio operator.

She steadfastly endured all the hardships of partisan life: “We received telegrams from about thirty partisan units. We handled encryption, transmission, reception, decryption... We had almost no time left for sleep.” The Russian winter caused physical suffering in this woman from the South: she felt cold all the time. Once Kuznetsov got three short fur coats for his radio operators and he also gave Africa a beautiful woolen shawl. For the rest of her life, she remembered him fondly.

Was there something romantic in the relationship between Kuznetsov and Africa? Nobody can answer that now. But if the movie were made about it, no doubt a full-fledged love story could be constructed on the fact of his giving her the shawl.

For the successful performance of combat missions and active participation in the partisan movement during the war years, Africa was awarded the Order of the Patriotic War of the 2nd  degree and the Order of the Red Star, as well as the medals “For Courage” and “Partisan of the Patriotic War” of the 1st  degree.

She Got Married on the Orders of the Center

By the way, in the docudrama on the set of which I was present, there was a lot of focus on the love themes. The filmmakers suggested that romantic feelings were shared by Africa and Ramon Mercader, who eventually killed Trotsky. There was even a short episode that depicted them, after having met each other again decades later in the 1970s, piece together a single photograph, the two halves of which they carried their whole lives. Film director Arlauskas told me: “Both of our heroes were rebels in Spain at the same time, they were both good-looking and professed the principle of free love. Why not bring them together? After all, I see my main task as creating the image of a living person.”

And she really was vivacious, passionate, amorous. She got married four times. But the family was never her priority, the main thing for her was her work. And she did plenty of it.

In the first year after the war, Africa settled in Paris. Then she was transferred to one of the countries in Latin America. Her cover was that of the owner of a fashion studio and later of an antiquarian shop. And you know, she had some brilliant successes. Elegant, with a lot expertise in art, a painter herself, she easily made friends with the upper society ladies. Through them, she met their high-ranking husbands and obtained valuable information. She spent 22 years in Latin America. There was a lot of work to do. After eight years of solo work, in 1956, the Center sent her a husband!

She obeyed without a protest and did not ask a single question. Her husband, the station chief Giovanni Antonio Bertoni was an Italian by birth and worked for the USSR since 1936. He was Africa’s supervisor and a friend. Was there any romantic love between them? When, after eight years of marriage, he died suddenly, she was crushed with grief.

The Center highly valued the results of their work as family illegals. They attained legal status and established themselves in the country of assignment, set up a two-way radio communication, and provided a reliable safehouse. Africa was also engaged in covert missions linked to the Cuban missile crisis and the struggle against the American atomic program. Although she could have retired after the death of her husband, “Patria” wanted to remain working. The country where she was based seemed to be on the verge of a military coup, and she remained there for another three years to collect and transmit important information.

Afterword

She returned to the USSR in the 1970s. She trained young intelligence officers and shared her experiences with them. She did not have any children of her own and her maternal care and tenderness found an outlet in her relations with her students. She would give her jewelry as presents to her students and often recalled “that very shawl” given to her by Kuznetsov, which, she, alas, was not able to preserve over the years. She loved good music and liked to sing. She talked about  passionately dancing during the moments of rare calm at the front. Of course, she longed for her family members left behind in Spain, whom she had not seen since 1939. Once she heard on the radio how the Spanish Red Cross was looking for the lost loved ones. The list of endless names included her sister Virtudes who was looking for her. Her heart sank, but she could not reply because of her intelligence work. That’s the kind of life she led: she was completely devoted to the ideals of peace and security.

Was she happy? The actress Estrella Salatero, who played the role of Africa in the docudrama that started our story, correctly noted: “The loss of the first homeland, the lack of the second, the unrealized maternal instinct... All this made her into a warrior. Her ideals were more important to her than any particular man or family. And you know, she was happy in her struggle. She remained faithful to her ideals all throughout her life, she had a wholesome personality and although she was constantly freezing in your country, she was hot in her soul.”

Africa de las Heras died at the age of 78, on an important day - March 8, 1988. On an international women’s holiday, on a date with three eights, which symbolize infinity. The infinity of her life, continuing in her accomplishments and in her students’ work. The docudrama about her was eventually shown on Channel One. But I think the story of this heroine will receive many more screen adaptations in the future.