The grey veil of dusk was falling thickly over the wooded hills, shrouding the colours, deepening the silence, as she reached the cruel tangle of barbs. Irina knelt down, touched the earth there for the last time.

"Now!" Josef told her. She crouched low and passed safely through the gash he had cut in the wires.
"Step clear!" Josef warned as she turned to look at him. He stepped back as he let the wire go. She couldn't speak; she just stood there looking at him. At that moment a single shot rang out...

I did not read this book after glancing through it but have
forwarded to family in Sydney NSW 24 May 2004.