In a minivan driving from the EU border to Lviv, a U.S.-educated Ukrainian quizzed me about my family. My wife, I told him, was brought up in Siberia but born in the Ukrainian city of Dnipro, then part of the Soviet Union.
“So, she’s Ukrainian,” he advised me.
The man was in his mid-20s, perhaps, and spoke rapid-fire English. I’d met him in an “International Legion” tent on the border that offered — with a sign translated into 12 languages — help to foreigners volunteering to fight the Russian advance, a sensitive role that made him an obvious target for Russian spooks.
