The hour hand had just passed twelve. There were few people sitting in Lighthouse Cafe. Dmitri was sitting in a corner pretending to read the newspaper. The cup of coffee in front of him had already lost most of its warmth with the last few thin curved white lines of steam ascending towards the dark ceiling. Dim sunlight penetrated through the moist afternoon air and through the green-framed window, leaving some brightness on the brown wall. Dmitri peeked at the traitor through the space between the newspaper and the brim of his hat. Dmitri had seen the traitor coming in an hour ago. His Russian accent and the cautious way he …show more content…
The man stopped. The dark sea water of winter slowly flowed through the strait. And low waves crushed at the rocks next to his foot. The wind covered Dmitri's footsteps and breath. It was already too late when the man turned around and discovered Dmitri. The man opened his mouth, trying to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. Dmitri could see the look of a traitor on the man's face. The look that he had heard, seen, and read so many times on his country's textbooks and propaganda. Why would he betray such a great nation? What did the Americans offer him? In the man's eyes, Dmitri could see fear towards the Soviet Union, the nation Dmitri swore to fight for, but soon he saw something else: Hope. But hope for what? Dmitri didn't understand. "Look at what you are fighting for..." the man said anxiously, his voice shaking. He knew he wouldn't have a chance to finish the sentence. The trigger was pulled. After a sharp sound, the man fell forward, and only the sound of wind and waves remained. Doubt came across Dmitri's mind. "Am I fighting on the right side?" But in a second the doubt was gone, and Dmitri condemned himself for having such a disloyal thought, "In dangerous times like these, a person shouldn't think so much." The small dot of light from the Americans' speed boat started to appear in the sea fog far away. Dmitri dragged the dead body into the water and