For decades, Veta passed from hand to hand. Ivan, a poet, hid love letters in her. A dissident during Stalin’s purge, Grigori, tucked coded maps between her layers. By the 1980s, she found her way to Anya, a Stasi informer who smuggled her into East Germany for a child, hoping to atone. Veta became a bridge between eras, a silent witness to the weight of history on a single artifact.