
One by one, the men slipped out of their houses into the night in plain clothes, breaking the Russian curfew. Dodging patrols and moving quickly but quietly, they gathered at the site of a weapons cache hidden two years earlier.
Selected from a wide network of Ukrainian partisans in the nation’s occupied south for their weapons training and physical prowess, they were about to embark on their most daring mission of the war to date; one that would almost cost one of them his life.




Pavel Filatyev knew the consequences of what he was saying. The ex-paratrooper understood he was risking prison, that he would be called a traitor and would be shunned by his former comrades-in-arms. His own mother had urged him to flee Russia while he still could. He said it anyway.








