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once!'
 Krakovitch started back across the floor, but at that moment the door opened to admit the
man in question. He squared his shoulders, looked at Krakovitch in a surly, narrow-eyed manner,
said, 'We haven't finished, Comrade.'


'I'm afraid we have,' Krakovitch felt shored up, buoyant as a cork. It must be his fatigue
beginning to work on him. There's someone on the phone for you.'


'Eh? For me?' The other pushed by him. 'Who is it, someone from the office?'


'Not sure,' Krakovitch lied. 'Head office, I think.'


The KGB man frowned at him, scowled, snatched up the phone from the table. 'Yanov here.
What is it? I'm busy down here, and - '


His face immediately underwent rapid changes of expression and colour. He jerked visibly and
almost staggered. Only the phone seemed to be holding him up. 'Yessir! Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir! Yes,
yessir! No, sir. I will, sir. Yes, sir. But I - no, sir. Yessir!' He looked sick, held out the phone for
Krakovitch, glad to be rid of it.


As Krakovitch took the instrument from him, the agent hissed viciously: 'Fool! That's the Party
Leader!'


Krakovitch let his eyes go big and round, made an 'O' with his mouth. Then he said casually
into the mouth-piece, 'Krakovitch here,' and at once held the phone towards the KGB man, let him
hear Brezhnev's voice:


'Felix? Has that prick gone yet?'


It was the Special Policeman's turn to make an 'O'.


'He's going now,' Krakovitch answered. He nodded sharply towards the door. 'Out! And do
try to remember what the Party Leader told you. For your own good.'


The KGB operative shook his head dazedly, licked his lips, headed for the door. He was still
white-faced. At the door he turned, thrust his chin out. 'I - ' he began.


'Goodbye, comrade,' Krakovitch dismissed him. 'Now he's gone,' he finally confirmed, after