It was a dangerous time to love a Russian. To his delight, she returned the sentiment. Before long, Clayton Lonetree professed his love to Violetta. They began taking long walks before sojourning to Violetta’s apartment for the night. Even better, she took a liking to Lonetree. She was beautiful, young, Russian, and exotic. Violetta was a new translator at the embassy. The two first crossed paths at a Marine ball in November 1985, and Clayton was smitten from the start. That’s when lonely Clayton Lonetree met Violetta Seina. He came from a long line of proud Marines, distinguished Navajos who had died serving their country in past wars, and he wasn’t keen to be the one who stained the family name. He took to heavy drinking, which distanced him even more from his colleagues in the Corps.ĭisconsolate and increasingly disillusioned with his assignment abroad, Clayton nevertheless refused to request a transfer. A Navajo native, Sergeant Lonetree was stationed at the US embassy in Moscow during the Cold War, and unlike many of the other Marine guards on base, Clayton didn’t have a wife or a girlfriend to write to him. There was never a man lonelier than Clayton Lonetree. Although the honeypot isn’t used as often as other spy techniques, it still has a place in the real world. But femme fatales and lovers’ plots are not exclusive to fiction. It’s a tale of hushed phone calls and late-night rendezvous, of secrets whispered through lying lips. The honeypot might be the most glamorized espionage technique in fiction.