Olga Chekhova. My clock runs differently.

In the history of the 20th century, there are few women whose fates are as unique as that of Olga Chekhova. Who was she, really? A second Mata Hari (Olga Chekhova has long been persistently described as a superspy), infiltrated into the top echelons of the Nazi leadership on Stalin's personal orders? Or simply a vibrant, successful woman, a talented actress whose zest for life and energy allowed her to be found everywhere—be it the social salons of pre-revolutionary St. Petersburg, the theater and film scene of Moscow and Berlin, or the pompous receptions of Nazi Germany's leaders? The actress's memoirs offer no definitive answer to this question.