Oxana

‘Now,’ said Wardle, and Detective Sergeant Ekwensi clicked out the nib of her pen and prepared to write, ‘does the name Oxana Voloshina mean anything to either of you?’

‘Go and explore the city. And start thinking about your cover name. Oxana Vorontsova’s dead.’

It has a picture of a woman that I know isn’t me but looks exactly like me with the name ‘Oxana Deseroyova’ on it.