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Oleg Gordievsky, a Soviet KGB officer,

is one of the greatest spies that worked for MI6, British intelligence.

I was prepared to take the risk

in order to protect the security of Great Britain.

When the telegram arrived, I knew the wording.

"I am under strong suspicion and in bad trouble."

"Need exfiltration, soonest."

The MI6 signal that they had spotted his distress sign for exfiltration

was that an MI6 officer would walk by with a chocolate bar.

When I started to prepare myself for the escape,

then it became exciting.

This was the highest-possible-stakes operation.

I was very nervous.

Many times I was saying to myself, "It's like a movie."

"It's like a movie. Look at it."

"Am I watching a movie about myself?"

Operation Pimlico was the most audacious and brave attempt

ever undertaken to rescue an officer from Moscow.

Shall we start?

In 1967,

I was sent to Copenhagen

as a deputy chief of KGB station.

Formerly, I was a KGB colonel and intelligence officer.

A spy.

We were not working against the Danes there.

We were mainly working against the Americans

and the NATO.

One must remember that Denmark is a small country

right on the front line of the Cold War.

Spies are essentially the cheapest weapon to fight a war,

and thus most of the socialist countries would eventually have their spies,

either at the embassies or independently of the embassies,

working in Denmark.

EMBASSY OF THE RUSSIAN FEDERATION

And at that time, I met Gordievsky, who was working there.

Gordi was a deputy chief of the station.

My right hand.

The closest man in the KGB station after me.

Actually, Oleg Gordievsky was a man who was completely surrounded

by the KGB people.

In the beginning, I was Homo Sovieticus,

which means a normal Soviet man

who is used to lying,

having one language within his family,

another language speaking to the party organization.

My mother was not a member of the Communist party.

It was the influence of my mother, with her normality,

who taught me to take the reality of the Soviet life

in its proper light and dimension.

She was basically against the KGB

because my father was a member of the KGB

and she saw all the tricks and brutality.

My brother and I,

we would join not the KGB as such...

the sinister, domestic body of the KGB...

but its foreign intelligence department.

It's an elite organization.

We are people, intellectuals, speaking different foreign languages.

But the work, what was it?

Recruiting members of the public as secret informers for the KGB.

And abroad, we were supposed to do exactly the same.

At that time, there was the situation before the Prague Spring.

The Czechs are queuing up to explore their newfound freedom.

And for the last two months,

since the fall of the strict Stalinist Novotný

from the party's secretaryship, they've been freely arguing into shape

the future of their society.

Alexander Dubček came to power in Prague several months earlier,

promising what he called "socialism with a human face."

One of the first steps was the removal of censorship,

even calls for multiparty democracy.

But Moscow was pressurizing Dubček to reverse his reforms,

and also making military plans.

Soviet leader Leonid Brezhnev had originally supported Dubček.

Now, he feared the reforms in Prague would weaken the Communist Bloc.

I remember many people from our KGB station drinking vodka.

We were betting whether the Russians

will send tanks to Prague or not.

So I remember me and Oleg made a bet

that they will not send tanks.

So we lost, by the way,

because it happens in 1968.

The young Gordievsky is at the embassy

when he gets the news about the invasion.

That was a tremendous blow to the rest of my belief

that the Communist was able to evolve.

At that time, I thought, "No, the Communists will never change."

It is a rigid totalitarian system which I reject.

Um, the courageous Czechoslovak people

tried to regain freedom and democracy.

It was stopped by the repressive Soviet regime.

From that day, I would never again support that regime.

I would never again view myself as a Communist.

So it was at that day I became mental defector.

I was distancing myself from the rest of the KGB,

which was, um...

um, associated with the purges, with the gulag, and so on.

He goes to the phone, calls his wife back home,

crying his heart out,

because he's frustrated about how the Soviet Union,

but also the other Warsaw Pact countries,

are handling the situation in Czechoslovakia.

He did, in fact, expect that the phone would be bugged.

And, in fact, it was.

So, Danish intelligence was listening in on his conversation with his wife.

And that was when one of these technicians

ran down the hallway,

went to the chief of operations in the Danish Intelligence Service,

knocked at his door and said, "Boss, you have to come listen to this."

At that time, I was the deputy head

of the Danish Police Intelligence and Security Service.

And as such, the head of operations.

I didn't speak Russian, so I couldn't understand it immediately.

But I could read the transcript.

We found rather quickly that he was KGB

and he was an illegals support officer.

And as such,

he had close contact with Danish clergymen,

Danish police,

the personnel registration to find new "let-ins,"

as they're called, for the Soviet intelligence

illegal network.

That could tell us a good deal about him.

He was bright, intelligent,

very friendly, open,

good language skills,

and well-educated.

He was a charming guy.

When we came to the conclusion

that here was an operational possibility,

we should try to recruit him.

I had his picture in my drawer.

So that's our man.

But we understood that we couldn't do it ourselves,

and we ended up asking the British service.

And, uh, after some preparations,

the British made a move

and put out their hand to Gordievsky.

British intelligence, uh, certainly in the mid-to-late part of the Cold War,

was really divided into a number of different organizations.

MI5, the domestic service,

was looking at threats within the UK itself.

But working overseas, operating out of embassies,

trying to recruit foreigners to work on behalf of British intelligence,

was MI6, the Secret Intelligence Service.

He was an energetic badminton player

and played early in the morning.

And the British head of station was also a badminton player,

and he had... he had the great advantage

that he was known in whole Copenhagen

as head of British intelligence stationed in Copenhagen.

That was a great advantage,

because Gordievsky knew to whom he was talking.

WE LOVE BADMINTON

I was actually found and met in the early morning hours

uh, in a badminton court.

The court was available

only between 7:00 and 8:00 in the morning.

And it was simple as making eye contact with Gordievsky

and walking by him and saying,

"I wonder if you'd like to have a conversation?"

To which Gordievsky said, "That would be very good."

They did have some doubt in the beginning.

Being an intelligence officer, a KGB officer,

was I sincere or real?

They talked clear business and said,

"Well, we want you to work for us. Are you in?"

And Gordievsky said, "Well, I'm in."

Of course he was anxious.

Every agent is anxious.

Every agent lives with the fear that you can be exposed.

You live with the fear while you're working,

and you live with the fear when you're finished.

That's a part of the game.

We were behind. We were giving cover.

We assisted. But it was kept as a total secret.

If two knows about it, dangerous.

Ten knows about it, very dangerous.

The good thing about a friendship with the chief KGB officer in Denmark

is that you can go to your boss's office,

go through his papers and documents on the desk

and find the secret stuff that you need.

Some of the information Gordievsky would have known and provided

would have been the identities of Brits or Americans

secretly working for the Russians.

And as a KGB officer working overseas,

Gordievsky would have been trying to actively recruit foreigners

to work for the Russians.

Sometimes, they would meet in safe flats.

And sometimes, depending on the situation, it could be a brush contact

in the middle of Copenhagen,

where one thing left his hand and was given to another guy

going the other way.

In the middle of the road, so to speak.

He knew the names of several agents

in Norway, Sweden, UK.

He passed on the names of 200 people.

In 1978,

Gordievsky is called back to Moscow.

His period in Copenhagen is over.

The great advantage for Oleg Gordievsky of going back to Moscow

was that the third department of KGB foreign intelligence

included Britain as well as Scandinavia.

So Oleg Gordievsky was able to use those years in Moscow

moving from the Scandinavian desk to the British desk,

to the immense surprise and joy of MI6, British intelligence,

to get posted to Britain.

And in the 1980s, I was Margaret Thatcher's

what we call private secretary for foreign affairs and defense.

Advisor on foreign affairs and defense.

She knew, certainly more than I did,

that there was a single source,

but she didn't know his name.

There was no need for her to know.

Our services provided Gordievsky with information

which he could give back to the Soviet Union

to convince them what an active, efficient spy he was being in London.

At the time, Margaret Thatcher, she was very fiercely anti-Soviet.

And this was the time when Margaret Thatcher

was described as the Iron Lady.

President Reagan spoke about the "evil empire."

In your discussions of the nuclear freeze proposals,

I urge you to beware the temptation of pride,

the temptation of blithely declaring yourselves above it all

and label both sides equally at fault,

to ignore the facts of history

and the aggressive impulses of an evil empire,

to simply call the arms race a giant misunderstanding,

and thereby remove yourself from the struggle between right and wrong,

and good and evil.

He saw the Russians as the great baddies,

and he was very, very vocal in speeches, certainly early in his presidency,

explaining just how bad the Russians were.

Leonid Brezhnev, the leader of the Soviet Union,

and Yuri Andropov, the head of the KGB,

had become convinced with the advent of the Reagan administration

that there was a genuine serious chance

that in the near future, that the West is gonna launch a nuclear war.

Politicians were seeking agreement on modernization of forces

by the deployment in West European NATO states

of over 500 new American tactical nuclear missiles.

From inside the KGB residency in London,

Gordievsky saw telegrams, flash signals from Moscow Center

to others around the world,

describing how a NATO exercise

was actually a camouflage for what they believed

was a mobilization for a first strike on the Soviet Union.

This was the so-called NATO Able Archer exercise of November, 1983.

We cannot relax our vigilance

because the Warsaw Pact military machine

continues to grow, even today, unabated.

Able Archer itself, that version in 1983,

was a command post exercise,

where people were designed to portray themselves

as the prime minister, as very senior political leaders.

And once more, that fed into Brezhnev's idea of paranoia.

Why would a war game have a prime minister

simulating some sort of nuclear war with the Soviet Union?

If they think war's about to start, they might preempt it

and be the ones who actually start a war that, in fact, nobody wanted.

When the scale of Soviet fears became apparent,

that was decided it would be no longer prudent

to go down that route,

because it really would convince the Soviet Union

that they might be attacked.

And it was very helpful to know from Gordievsky

that this was a fear, a real fear.

But what Gordievsky was very, very good at doing

was convincing the West that, actually, their rhetoric,

the "evil empire" speeches that Reagan was making,

were being misperceived in the East.

And so, actually, part of the great value of his intelligence

was to persuade the Brits and the Americans

that they needed to tone down the language

and to not portray the Russians as these nasty, evil people.

So this is stunning information,

and that's probably the single most important thing

that Gordievsky is able to provide to the West.

Here was a man, because of his own intelligence

and his capabilities,

was able to give this very broad picture.

He was absolutely invaluable.

The name Oleg Gordievsky

could never have slipped out of Thatcher's mouth

because she never knew the name.

But she knew Oleg Gordievsky.

She regarded him, without any doubt, as a hero.

So as Oleg said, "I'm Bond, James Bond."

Gordievsky became the resident designate within London.

You can imagine that the champagne was flowing

in MI6 at that point,

where their asset became the person

nominated to be the head of the KGB in London.

Sharing human intelligence is often one of the most sensitive bits

in a liaison relationship.

Often, the source material itself might be shared.

Gordievsky's material was shared across the Atlantic,

but his identity was not shared.

Nonetheless, the CIA... I mean, it's an intelligence service...

uh, they want to know what's going on.

After a time, it becomes very clear

that the British have a very well-placed Soviet source of some sort or another.

And the head of S.E. division,

the division of the directorate of operations

that conducts espionage against the Soviet Union

and its Warsaw Pact allies

put someone in charge of trying to figure out,

like, who is this source that the British have?

And the key guy working on that project to figure out who that Soviet source is

is a man named Aldrich Ames.

What Gordievsky did not know

was that CIA officer Rick Ames walked into the KGB,

um, residency in Washington,

and started to offer intelligence.

Aldrich Ames is a upper-middle-level

CIA officer in the directorate of operations.

He spent his career working against the Soviet target.

But, frankly, he's not a high flyer,

and he starts to spy for the Soviets.

Not out of ideological conviction.

It's just that he wants money both for himself

and, more importantly, to maintain the lifestyle of his wife,

who's used to having nice things.

And so he started spying for the Soviet Union.

It knocked them for a loop. It really did.

Uh, to be simply given,

uh, the information, in some cases, evidence

that half a dozen or more KGB officers

were really working for the SIS or the CIA.

In his very first sort of initial dump of information to the KGB in Washington,

he betrays the identities of 10 or 11 Soviet agents

working for the CIA.

I knew that they would be eventually,

perhaps not immediately,

but that they would eventually be prosecuted.

And certainly that some of them could be executed.

He tells the KGB as well what the CIA knows

about this secret sensitive source that MI6 has.

The Americans knew some of the material,

but they didn't know the identity of the source.

And by piecing together the sort of material being provided,

by looking at who had access to the material,

Aldrich Ames was able to identify Gordievsky as the source.

In the case of Mr. Gordievsky,

the SIS had never told us who their source was.

We discovered this, in fact, I discovered this.

I was able to put together some pieces,

uh, that allowed us to identify who it was.

KGB USSR

Three days ago, an employee of the CIA, Aldrich Ames,

and his wife were arrested for spying.

The Ames couple caused significant damage to our national security.

Aldrich Ames is the most damaging traitor

in the history of the CIA.

Hey betrayed Gordievsky's name. He told the Russians who it was.

And the rest is history.

In 1985,

Oleg Gordievsky's summoned back to Moscow

for what he's told to be important discussions of briefings,

uh, prior to him formally taking over

as head of KGB operations in Britain.

When the telegram arrived,

"Come in two days to Moscow for important conversations,"

I knew the wording.

Dozens and dozens were called to Moscow for important sessions, and then shot.

He consults with his MI6 handlers, and they all agree that...

I mean, you can't ever be certain of anything,

but if he goes back and everything's okay,

he'll become the resident.

He'll have access to everything about KGB operations

in all of Great Britain.

On the other hand, if this really is bad news,

he goes back and he's likely to end up dead.

In the end, they give Gordievsky the decision.

It's his decision to make.

And he decides that he's gonna risk it,

and is gonna go back to Moscow and see what happens.

Operation Pimlico had been carefully organized

with his British handlers

to exfiltrate Gordievsky from the Soviet Union

if he got into trouble there.

The way Pimlico worked was every Tuesday at 7:30 p.m.,

somebody from the MI6 station in Moscow

would look at a particular bakery

on Kutuzovsky Prospekt,

and if they see a man there with gray pants and a gray hat

and carrying a plastic grocery bag from Safeway,

that's the signal.

And they're supposed to respond to the signal

by eating either a Kit Kat bar or a Mars bar.

I thought I should be a courageous man.

It's what I felt.

Oleg said to me, however,

"I just felt that something was wrong."

And I vividly remember this phrase.

He said...

"The palms of my hands felt sweaty."

After returning to Moscow,

he noticed, uh, very quickly

that, uh, something is wrong.

First, as he's going through passport control,

the man from the KGB border guards looks at his passport,

notices his name, and then makes a telephone call to somebody

to report that Gordievsky has arrived.

Normally, he would be picked up by a colleague from the KGB.

But when he arrives, there's no one to pick him up.

So, again, that's a little bit odd.

When he arrives home,

he discovers unambiguous proof that something bad is going on.

The door has three locks,

but he and his wife lost the key to one of those locks,

and they don't actually use it.

But he notices that that lock is locked.

Which could only mean one thing.

Someone had been inside.

His first thought is, of course, "This is the KGB."

"This is the work of the KGB."

My flat was bugged.

My telephone was listened to.

And probably there was even television into my flat.

So I was watched and listened by them all the time.

The pretense they used to call me

was a series of important meetings with important people.

And it never materialized.

No meetings, no appointments, no discussions.

The...

Other small, suspicious moments.

Nothing happens on Tuesday. Nothing on Wednesday.

He spends the entire week just waiting, and nothing happens.

The KGB didn't know for a fact that Gordievsky was a British agent.

If they had known,

they would have arrested him at the airport.

They would have put him in jail.

They would have given him a fake trial.

And then there would be the swift walk to an execution room.

He would have to kneel down, and he'd be shot in the back of the head.

Simple as that.

But they didn't, which, for me,

shows that they have had suspicions,

but they didn't have proof.

And he's waiting for, you know, the hammer to fall somehow.

Something finally happens.

He is notified by Kryuchkov,

who's one of the deputy chiefs of the chief directorate.

So a big dog in the KGB.

He says, "Hey, come with me."

"We need to go out of headquarters,

and we need to have a meeting about some strategies we're thinking about

for arranging high-level penetrations of the British government."

They found a cottage,

special KGB cottage outside the compound

of the first chief directorate, foreign intelligence.

In the beginning, there was pretense that it was something...

Just a neutral discussion about something business-like.

But then they put drugs in my drinks.

Then, eventually, they interrogate.

My personality was changed immediately, profoundly.

I lost control of myself. I started talking.

My thinking was strange.

And it lasted probably something like... at least five hours.

And that, in such a state, I was interrogated by them,

they knew something.

But not enough to start to prosecute me immediately.

They were desperately looking for more evidence.

It was very bad.

And then two, three days later, when I started to recollect

the whole content of the interrogation...

uh, I realized that it was... I was under strong suspicion,

and my life was under...

uh, was in great danger.

I was finished.

When I started to think what to do just to wait for the proper interrogation.

Maybe it was torture.

Or to try to escape.

And I decided to try to escape,

knowing that it was a great risk and the chances were not high.

And he realizes that his only hope is to activate Pimlico,

activate the exfiltration plan,

and escape the Soviet Union with the help of his British friends.

Oleg saw this individual, but wondered if he had actually seen him.

The MI6 officer put his hand in his inside pocket,

pulled out a Mars bar.

Others say a Kit Kat.

And started eating it.

So Oleg knew that he had been spotted.

And so began the greatest escape story in the entire history

of British intelligence.

And the British Embassy,

they now know that Gordievsky wants to leave the Soviet Union,

that the Russians are onto him.

Nobody who's been under KGB surveillance

has ever been successfully exfiltrated from the Soviet Union

up to this point.

So he and MI6 have always known

that if they had to activate the escape plan,

they were fighting really long odds.

Pimlico was an operation of some importance,

that Margaret Thatcher, the prime minister,

had to authorize it in person.

I was instructed by somebody

that it was absolutely essential to contact Margaret Thatcher.

When I said she's in Scotland,

he said, "Oh God."

Um, and I said, "Should I telephone?"

He said, "No, no, no! Don't telephone."

"For God's sake. You'll have to go up to Balmoral

and speak to her in person."

"Don't tell anyone what you're doing either."

I got there.

The Queen's aide was busy on the telephone

with one of the Queen Mother's aides, discussing the very serious subject

of whether the Queen could borrow the Queen Mother's video tape recorder.

But in the end I had to say,

"I'm going to see her whether you want me to or not."

"And so I'm going now, and I will find her."

I explained the situation to her.

She instantly gave her authority,

and I returned to London.

Uh, I'm still waiting to be repaid for my expenses.

MI6 hid the plan within a copy of Shakespeare's sonnets.

And it was used with secret ink

that, when put in water, would be exposed

and the plan would be revealed

of where exactly he should make his way to.

I started to think about the route,

to think about the tickets.

I started to think about how to get rid of the KGB surveillance.

I started to think about how to send to the KGB

false, um, signals.

When I was on my way to a railway station

to buy a ticket in advance, a few days in advance,

and when I had to shake off the surveillance on the way there,

it was exciting.

Any number of things could go wrong. So he's really a bundle of nerves.

He spends these last couple of days... He spends some time with family.

He spends time with his old friend Mikhail Lyubimov.

Suddenly, he phoned me up and appeared.

So there was a bottle of vodka in his hand, opened.

Big bottle.

And he was drinking. Nervously drinking.

"So, you see," he said, "terrible thing happened."

"They recalled me back to Moscow. I am here now."

"It's very bad. My career is over."

Something like this.

I tried to calm him down.

He was scrambling.

And he was in a very bad state.

It never came to my head that a friend of mine

and my comrade in arms can be recruited by the British.

I had no doubts, I tell you frankly,

because if I had doubts I would shoot him.

I tried to say goodbye. I kissed the children.

And I kiss the wife and said goodbye.

And... But I was not in the position to tell them more

because my wife didn't know about my contact with the British.

I didn't want her to carry that heavy burden

of knowledge and responsibility

for what I had done, that's why.

I love my family, my children and wife, so much

that it was a terrible shock for me.

If he told her, she would then have become liable to being accused of treachery.

And so he didn't.

She's going off on holiday.

She had no reason to think that there's anything more

than a very brief absence from each other.

And so she gave him a kind of conventional sort of brief kiss on the lips.

One evening, when it was time for me to go,

I quickly left the building.

I was heavily under surveillance, physically.

There were agents behind me.

Two cars all the time.

Quickly crossed, and practically ran through the... across the road

and disappeared in the park.

And in the park, when I was barred by the trees from the surveillance,

I started to run.

They didn't see that I was running.

So I shook them off.

Reached a railway station.

Caught a train.

And I stayed on the train the whole night.

Meanwhile, a convoy of two MI6 officers, their wives and a baby,

in two different cars, are on their way to meet him.

The cover story was relatively straightforward.

They had to put in the minds of the KGB

a reason why the wife, uh, was traveling with her MI6 husband.

Why she would be there with the baby.

It was understandable that if she was there,

well, the baby would go along rather than being left behind.

So knowing that the embassy was bugged,

she kept complaining about headaches and so on.

And, "Oh!" you know.

So the reason in her particular case was to go to a doctor

who was actually known to the embassy in Helsinki.

Being exfiltrated is extraordinarily stressful.

That's what happened here with Gordievsky.

He gets off the train station in Leningrad

and gets on a bus going to Vyborg,

which is the last city in the Soviet Union before the Finnish border.

And he's let off about one kilometer shy of the meeting point.

On my way to the direction of the border,

it was a great chance to be discovered or caught.

He walks that last kilometer to the place he's gonna be picked up,

and he hides himself and waits.

We were anxious. It was a very, very risky thing they were engaged in.

It might all go wrong. People might get killed.

It might break off diplomatic relations with the UK.

All sorts of things were possible.

When I was waiting for the British car to pick me up,

eaten by, uh, thousands of mosquitos

in the very high grass at the time.

Very humid and warm.

I waited for several hours for the cars.

And I was getting more and more nervous.

Two minutes later, the cars arrive,

and I was put into the boot of the car.

He found in the boot of the car what he expected:

a metallic blanket to put over him.

Then he found a sedative and he took the sedative.

Eighty seconds, and they were out of there.

But the dangerous moment was a series of security stops.

In the distance, the border guards surrounded the car.

They had the necessary paperwork. They were in a diplomatic car.

Things seemed to be going to plan.

And then the sniffer dogs started smelling around the car.

At this point, something absolutely incredible happened,

which the history of espionage doesn't have any comparisons to.

Thinking rapidly of what to do...

The wife of one of the MI6 officers starts distracting the dogs,

or trying to distract the dogs

with onion and cheese-flavored potato chips.

They had shut off the engine.

And I heard the dogs sniffing.

This manages to draw one of the dogs,

but another dog is uninterested in potato chips

and is sort of approaching the back of the car.

So she goes to plan B.

But then the ladies, brilliant English ladies,

they started to change nappies.

And the baby actually needs to have their diaper changed.

So there's a nice sort of smelly residue then, uh,

which she throws down, and the dog is sort of disgusted,

as I think you and I would be,

and wanders off and doesn't show any further interest in the car.

They go to the final checkpoint.

The guy takes their passports, looks at them... okay.

Um, and before he hands them back,

there's a phone call in his guard shack, and he picks up the phone and he talks.

Meanwhile, everyone in the car is just having a heart attack.

Turns out to be nothing. He hands their passports back.

So the car started to go.

They changed the music inside the car,

put on the Finnish composer Sibelius,

and starts to play his composition, "Finlandia."

Which means, to the secretly hidden guy in the trunk,

that now we are safe in Finland.

And I realize, "Now I'm free,"

and Sibelius started to be played.

It was a miracle.

After arriving in Finland,

uh, two cars were waiting.

In one car, you had two British MI6 people.

In your other car, you had two Danish Police Intelligence Service guys.

The Danish Security Service waited,

supplied him with a fresh passport,

put him into the car, and then...

...up through Finland.

From there, he was taken to Norway.

And then from Norway, flown back to London.

There is no regret at all about what I did with my life,

and how I change it, and how I had to flee

and now live in another country, not at all.

For, uh, the KGB,

uh, Gordievsky's escape was an extraordinary humiliation.

This terrible Pimlico, uh, escape,

it was an adventure.

It was a very adventurous, uh, operation.

But it was not professional.

You can't export your agents in the back of the car.

This is rubbish for any intelligence officer.

I didn't betray the country.

I didn't betray the people of the Soviet Union.

Russian people or the peoples under the umbrella of the Soviet Union.

I think I betrayed the regime

and the Soviet Communist system,

which was illegitimate,

wrong, and in many periods of the Soviet history, even criminal.

For the Russians, he was a traitor, obviously.

Understandably. For us, he was a hero.

And, um, I and we consider the Gordievsky recruitment

and the Gordievsky case

as one of the best,

perhaps the best Western intelligence operation during the Cold War.

I think he played an absolutely key role

in bringing the Cold War to an end

and replacing it with a much calmer, more measured relationship

between East and West.

After his escape,

he was introduced to the prime minister, uh, Margaret Thatcher.

He later was introduced to President Reagan himself

on the basis of the valuable intelligence that he had provided.

And his intelligence fed directly into the key decision-makers

in the later stages of the Cold War.

When we met Oleg Gordievsky for the first time in 1986,

what mattered to him most was actually his family.

The first thing he thought about every morning

was how he would be able to get his family with him.

Together at last, the Gordievsky family

in a country garden in a secret location in the south of England,

finally free from the threat of the KGB.

Oleg Gordievsky last saw his wife, Leila,

and their daughters, Anna and Maria,

six years ago.

I'm immensely happy and delighted,

and feel an immense relief and satisfaction.

And, uh...

But still feeling sometimes that maybe it is a dream.

Maybe it is a nice dream.

Maybe I'll wake up, and it is all not true.

- I hope it is true. - Wake up!

It's not dream.

- I'm here. - Thank you.

Oleg Gordievsky is 83.

I mean, he's by now, uh, not tremendously active.

He lives in England still, under increased security.

He was sentenced in... to execution in absentia

and has lived with that over his head.

But there is a compensation for it,

because I have the lovely feeling of enjoying freedom,

democracy, and civilization of the British Isles.

Maybe not enough adventures, but so many other good things.

So on balance, it's not so bad.