photographers have been killed in Russia since 1992, making it the third-deadliest country in the world in
which to practice the craft of journalism, after Iraq and Algeria. Fourteen of those deaths occurred during
the rule of Russian president Vladimir Putin, who undertook a systematic crack-down on press freedom
and political dissent after coming to power in 1999. Virtually all the murders were contract killings, and
few have been solved or prosecuted.
The most famous Russian reporter murdered during the rule of Vladimir Putin was Anna
Politkovskaya, who was gunned down in the elevator of her Moscow apartment house in October 2006. A
vocal critic of the regime, Politkovskaya was about to publish a searing exposé detailing allegations of
torture and kidnapping by the Russian military and security forces in Chechnya. Putin dismissed Anna
Politkovskaya as a person of “marginal significance” and did not bother to attend her funeral. No one
connected to the Kremlin did.
Six months after Politkovskaya’s murder, Ivan Safronov, a highly respected military affairs writer
for the
Kommersant
newspaper, was found dead in the courtyard of his Moscow apartment building.
Russian police claimed he committed suicide by jumping from a fifth-floor window, even though he
resided on the third floor. While conducting research in Moscow, I learned Safronov had telephoned his
wife on the way home to say he was stopping to buy some oranges, hardly the act of a suicidal man. The
oranges were later found scattered in the stairwell between the fourth and fifth floors, along with
Safronov’s cap. According to witnesses, Safronov was alive for several minutes after the fall and even
attempted to stand. He would not survive the uncaring ineptitude of Moscow ’s ambulance service, which
took thirty minutes to dispatch help. The “attendants” assumed Safronov had fallen from an open window
in a drunken stupor. An autopsy found no trace of alcohol or drugs in his system.
If the brutal death of Ivan Safronov was an act of murder rather than suicide, then why was he killed
and by whom? Like Anna Politkovskaya,Ivan Safronov had apparently uncovered information that
Vladimir Putin’s Kremlin did not want the rest of the world to know: specifically, that Russia intended to
sell advanced fighter jets and missiles to its two pariah allies in the Middle East, Iran and Syria. In order
to provide the Kremlin with plausible deniability it played any part in the sale, the deal was reportedly
set to be conducted through an arms dealer in Belarus. Safronov is said to have confirmed details of the
sale during a trip to the Middle East in the days before his death.
The promiscuity of Russian arms sales in the Middle East has been well documented. So, too, have
the activities of “private” Russian arms traffickers. One such man is Viktor Bout. Often referred to as “the
merchant of death” and the world’s most notorious gunrunner, Bout is alleged to have sold weapons to a
diverse set of clients that include the likes of Hezbollah, the Taliban, and even elements of al-Qaeda. In
2006, the U.S. Treasury Department seized some of Bout’s aircraft and froze his assets. In March 2008, as
I was finishing this manuscript, he was arrested in a luxury Bangkok hotel in an American-led sting
operation. He is accused of offering to sell millions of dollars’ worth of weaponry to the FARC rebels of
Colombia, including advanced shoulder-launch antiaircraft missiles. At the time of this writing, he sits in
a Thai jail cell, awaiting legal proceedings and possible extradition to the United States to face charges.
Finally, a note on the title. Many of us first became familiar with the term “Moscow Rules” when we
read John le Carré’s classic novel of espionage,
Smiley’s People.
Though the brilliant Mr. le Carré
invented much of the lexicon of his spies, the Moscow Rules were indeed a real set of Cold War
operating principles and remain so today, even though the Cold War is supposedly a thing of the past. One
can find written versions of the rules in various forms and in various places, though the CIA apparently
has never gone to the trouble of actually placing them on paper. I am told by an officer in the Agency’s
national clandestine service that the rule quoted in the epigraph of this novel is accurate and is drilled into
American spies throughout their training. Unfortunately, the journalists of Russia are now forced to
operate by a similar set of guidelines-at least the ones who dare to question the new masters of the
Kremlin.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This novel, like the previous books in the Gabriel Allon series, could not have been written without
the assistance of David Bull, who truly is among the finest art restorers in the world. Usually, David
advises me on how to clean paintings. This time, however, he taught me how a man as gifted as Gabriel
might forge one in a hurry. The technique Gabriel used for creating craquelure is a highly abbreviated
version of the method developed by Han van Meegeren, a Dutchman often described as the greatest forger
in history.
I am indebted to several courageous Russian journalists in Moscow who generously shared with me
some of their experiences. For obvious reasons, I cannot name them here, but I stand in awe of both their
courage and their dedication to freedoms we in the West take for granted. Jim Maceda of NBC News was
an invaluable resource, as was Jonathan, who took me to corners of the Old Arbat I would have never
found on my own. My Russian guides in St. Petersburg and Moscow gave my family the trip of a lifetime,
while Tanya showed me the soul of a Leningrad girl. A very special thanks to the FSB colonel who
walked me through the corridors of Lubyanka. Also, to my driver in Moscow, who poetically said of the
Russians: “We cannot live as normal people.” I did not realize it then but he gave me the spine of a novel.
Several Israeli and American intelligence officers spoke to me on background, and I thank them now
in anonymity, which is how they would prefer it. A special thanks to J, who chose to serve his country in
secret rather than use his brilliant mind to make money. We are all in his debt.
A very senior administration official generously briefed me on his own experiences dealing with the
new Russia and encouraged me every step of the way. Former president George H. W. Bush, Mrs.
Barbara Bush, and Jean Becker, their amazing chief of staff, offered much support and gave me an
invaluable glimpse of what it is like to entertain a visiting head of state. Roger Cressey talked to me about
real-life Russian arms dealers and explained how I might take down a portion of the Moscow telephone
system. David Zara of Tradewind Aviation helped me steal an oligarch’s airplane. Deepest gratitude to
the Astoria Hotel in St. Petersburg, the Savoy Hotel in Moscow, the Métropole Hotel in Geneva, the
Hôtel les Grandes Alpes in Courchevel, and the Château de la Messardière in Saint-Tropez. Please
forgive any complaints by my characters; they are a surly lot who travel far too much. Also, I am forever
grateful to the staff of an isolated cattle farm in the hills of Umbria. They gave my family, and my
characters, a glorious summer none of us will ever forget.
I consulted hundreds of books, newspaper and magazine articles, and websites while preparing this
manuscript, far too many to name here. I would be remiss, however, if I did not mention the extraordinary
scholarship and reporting of Robert Service, Peter Baker, Susan Glasser, David E. Hoffman, David
Remnick, Alex Goldfarb, Marina Litvinenko, Anna Politkovskaya, Hedrick Smith, Peter Landesman,
Douglas Farah, Stephen Braun, and Anne Appelbaum. Anne’s columns inspired me, and her Pulitzer
prizewinning book,
Gulag,
is an unforgettable reminder of what lies buried in the not-so-distant Russian
past.
Chris Donovan gave me a research packet from heaven. Louis Toscano made countless
improvements to the manuscript, as did my copy editors, Tony Davis and Kathy Crosby. A special thanks
to the remarkable team at Putnam, especially Neil Nyren, Marilyn Ducksworth, and Ivan Held, who
graciously allowed me to borrow his first name for my villain. It goes without saying that none of this
would have been possible without their support, but I shall say it in any case. You are all simply the best
in the business.
We are blessed with many friends who fill our lives with love and laughter at critical junctures
during the writing year, especially Henry and Stacey Winkler, Andrea and Tim Collins, Greg Craig and
Derry Noyes, Enola Aird and Stephen L. Carter, Lisa Myers and Marcia Harrison, Mitch Glazer and
Kelly Lynch, and Jane and Burt Bacharach. I listened constantly to “Painted from Memory,” Burt’s
brilliant collaboration with Elvis Costello, while finishing the manuscript, and even managed to slip the
title into the final chapter. The members of “the Peloton” were great friends and company during a long
hard winter of writing. My study partners-David Gregory, Jeffrey Goldberg, Steven Weisman, Martin
Indyk, Franklin Foer, Noah Oppenheim, and Erica Brown-kept my heart focused on what is truly
important, even if my thoughts were sometimes elsewhere.
I wish to extend the deepest gratitude and love to my children, Lily and Nicholas, who were at my
side throughout this journey, as they have been from the beginning. Finally, my wife, Jamie Gangel, helped
find the essence of the story when it eluded me and skillfully edited my early drafts. Were it not for her
patience, attention to detail, and forbearance,
Moscow Rules
would not have been completed. My debt to
her is immeasurable, as is my love.
Daniel Silva
He has been placed in the same category as John le Carré and Graham Greene. He has been called
his generation’s finest writer of international intrigue and one of the greatest American spy novelists ever.
Compelling, passionate, haunting, brilliant: these are the words that have been used to describe the work
of
Daniel Silva
.
Silva burst onto the scene in 1997 with his electrifying bestselling debut,
The Unlikely Spy
, a novel
of love and deception set around the Allied invasion of France in World War II. His second and third
novels,
The Mark of the Assassin
and
The Marching Season
, were also instant
New York Times
bestsellers and starred two of Silva’s most memorable characters: CIA officer Michael Osbourne and
international hit man Jean-Paul Delaroche. But it was Silva’s fourth novel,
The Kill Artist, that
would
alter the course of his career. The novel featured a character described as one of the most memorable and
compelling in contemporary fiction, the art restorer and sometime Israeli secret agent Gabriel Allon, and
though Silva did not realize it at the time, Gabriel’s adventures had only just begun. Gabriel Allon
appeared in Silva’s next four novels, each one more successful than the last:
The English Assassin
,
The
Confessor
,
A Death in Vienna
, and
Prince of Fire
. The sixth Gabriel Allon novel,
The Messenger
, will
be published in July 2006.
Silva knew from a very early age that he wanted to become a writer, but his first profession would
be journalism. Born in Michigan, raised and educated in California, he was pursuing a master’s degree in
international relations when he received a temporary job offer from United Press International to help
cover the 1984 Democratic National Convention in San Francisco. Later that year Silva abandoned his
studies and joined UPI fulltime, working first in San Francisco, then on the foreign desk in Washington,
and finally as Middle East correspondent in Cairo and the Persian Gulf. In 1987, while covering the Iran-
Iraq war, he met NBC correspondent Jamie Gangel. They were married later that year. Silva returned to
Washington and went to work for CNN. In 1994 Jamie gave birth to a set of twins, Lily and Nicholas.