After Verkhonoye, Vera's first assignment was to seduce an American businessman in Moscow.
She was given a job as a chambermaid at the man's hotel and 'accidentally' walked in on him while he was showering.
He offered to show her a good time in bed, and as soon as he'd finished, two KGB men posing as hotel security broke through the door.
Vera started to scream that the man had raped her.
While the goons pummeled him, the man begged her to tell the truth, but she swore she'd been attacked.
|Behold, the nipple transmitter!|
In Sexpionage, David Lewis writes: 'If a female undercover agent wears fake nipples fitted with radio equipment, even the most intimate body search won't reveal that she's wired for sound. Powered by body heat, the nipple's chip transmitter with microphone is said to have a range of several hundred feet.'
'Then, suddenly, they all began to laugh,' Vera said.
'The American got up and pulled on his clothes, saying to me in Russian that I was very good in bed. It was a final examination, and I passed successfully. Even while I believed that the man was an innocent victim, his whole life threatened with ruin, I felt nothing for him… A man was merely a target, to be rapidly assessed and then dealt with.'
Then she added a quote that's almost too good to be true.
'By the time our training was completed, we were hard, cynical, sophisticated young women capable of bedding any heterosexual man and providing him with the time of his life.'
|And here's a close-up.|
On his website from his days as a photojournalist,
Lewis shows how to make a nipple transmitter
In time, however, Vera's pillow talk with Westerners made her doubt her indoctrination.
In 1963, she was ordered to bed a French student who was due to marry an aristocratic girl back home.
The boy was very much in love with his fiancée and initially resisted Vera.
However, she eventually seduced him.
The KGB showed him the photos and threatened to derail his marriage unless his father, a major figure in mining, handed them commercial intelligence.
'The boy said he needed time to think it over,' Vera said. 'The same afternoon he walked in front of a car near Red Square and was killed. Perhaps it was an accident. But it was the breaking point for me.'
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