Dear friends, or may I now call you comrades? I hear your words but myheart beats deep within my heaving breast.I am weary now with waiting and turn constavtly in the night from side to side. In fact I hardly know which way to turn.You must remember that my eyes have not yet seen the glories that ave yours.
I am prepared.My training was complete before news of your existence fell upon my ears. [In my former life I tossed the ...er ...big tree trunk thing as in ''K BURR'' !]When the next mission is decided upon I will be ready and eager to prove myself in my new persona. I understand the need for secrecyso have at hand the means to take on the identity of a former aquaintance by the name of Ludmilla Zhobidov.She has no need of this name any more as ther has been a problem with her transformation and she has sadly become Ludovic Kenodov again!
No matter, when you name .......the place
the date
the time
I will be all that a 'woman' should be.
I ask only this, please point out Mr. Clarke to me, as so far in my turbulent life ,
I HAVE NEVER SEEN HIM !
Yours, as ever , Boris.
PS I would hate to get the wrong target.
