“By our own.”

Sep 9, 2024 | newyorker.com | Ben Taub |“By our own.”

This piece was supported by the Pulitzer Center. In the small town of Kirkenes—in the northeastern corner of Norway, six miles from the Russian border—the regional counterintelligence chief, Johan Roaldsnes, peered out his office window at the fjord below. There were eight Russian fishing trawlers docked outside, housing at least six hundred Russian sailors. The phone rang. The caller was a government employee who worked at the local port.