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e farthest from him； and lifted it。 〃Health！〃
Without hesitation Suslev picked up the other； touched glasses； drained it and poured again。 〃Health！〃
〃You're the man who wrote to me？〃
〃I have news of your wife。〃
〃I have no wife。 What do you want from me； friend？〃 The way Travkin used the word it was an insult。 He saw the flash of anger as Suslev looked up from his glass and he readied。
〃I excuse your rudeness this once； Alexi Ivanovitch；〃 Suslev said with dignity。 〃You've no cause to be rude to me。 None。 Have I insulted you？〃
〃Who are you？〃
〃Your wife's name is Nestorova Mikail and her father was Prince Anotoli Zergeyev whose lands straddle Karaganda； which is not so far away from your own family lands east of the Urals。 He was a Kazaki； wasn't he； a great prince of the Kazaki； whom some people call Cossacks？〃
Travkin kept his gnarled hands still and his face impassive； but he could not keep the blood from draining from his face。 He reached out and poured two more glasses； the bottle still half full。 He sipped the spirit。 〃This's good vodka； not like the piss in Hong Kong。 Where did you get it？〃
〃Vladivostok。〃
〃Ah。 Once I was there。 It's a flat dirty town but the vodka's good。 Now； what's your real name and what do you want？〃
〃You know Ian Dunross well？〃
Travkin was startled。 〃I train his horses 。。。 I've 。。。 this is my third year； why？〃
〃Would you like to see the Princess Nestor… 〃
〃Good sweet Christ Jesus whoever you are； I told you I have no wife。 Now； for the last time； what do you want from me？〃
Suslev filled his glass and his voice was even more kindly。 〃Alexi Ivanovitch Travkin； your wife the princess today is sixty…three。 She lives in Yakutsk on th… 〃
〃On the Lena？ In Siberia？〃 Travkin felt his heart about to explode。 〃What gulag is that； you turd？〃
Through the archway in the other room； which was empty now； the waiter looked up momentarily； then yawned and went on reading。
〃It's not a gulag； why should it be a gulag？〃 Suslev said； his voice hardening。 〃The princess went there of her own accord。 She's lived there since she left Kurgan。 Her 。。。〃 Suslev's hand went into his pocket and he brought out his wallet。 〃This is her dacha in Yakutsk；〃 he said； putting down a photograph。 〃It belonged to her family； I believe。〃 The cottage was snowbound； within a nice glade of trees； the fences well kept； and it was pretty with good smoke ing out of the chimney。 A tiny bundled…up figure waved gaily at the camera … too far away for the face to be seen clearly。
〃And that's my wife？〃 Travkin said； his voice raw。
〃Yes。〃
〃I don't believe you！〃
Suslev put down a new snapshot。 A portrait。 The lady was white…haired and in her fifties or sixties and though the cares of a whole world marked her； her face was still elegant； still patrician。 The warmth of her smile reached out and broke him。
〃You 。。。 you KGB turd；〃 he said hoarsely； sure that he recognized her。 〃You filthy rotten mother…eating 。。。〃
〃To have found her？〃 Suslev said angrily。 〃To have seen that she was looked after and left in peace and not troubled and not sent to 。。。 to the correction places she and your whole class deserved？〃 Irritably he poured himself another drink。 〃I'm Russian and proud of it … you're émigré and you left。 My father and his were owned by one of your class。 My father died at the barricades in 1916； and my mother … and before they died they were starving。 They 。。。〃 With an effort he stopped。 Then he said in a different voice； 〃I agree there's much to forgive and much to forget on both sides； and that's all past now but I tell you we Soviets； we're not all animals … not all of us。 We're not all like Bloody Beria and the murdering archfiend Stalin。 。。。 Not everyone。〃 He found his pack of cigarettes。 〃Do you smoke？〃
〃No。 Are you KGB or GRU？〃 KGB stood for the mittee for State Security； GRU for the Chief Intelligence Directorate of the General Staff。 This was not the first time Travkin had been approached by one of them。 Before； he had always been able to slough them off with his drab； unimportant cover story。 But now he was trapped。 This one knew too much about him； too much truth。 Who are you； bastard？ And what do you really want？ he thought as he watched Suslev light a cigarette。
〃Your wife knows you're alive。〃
〃Impossible。 She's dead。 She was murdered by mobs when our pal… when our house in Kurgan was sacked； put to the torch； torn apart … the prettiest； most unarmed mansion within a hundred miles。〃
〃The masses had the right t… 〃
〃Those weren't my people and they were led by imported Trotskyites who afterwards murdered my peasants by the thousands … until they themselves were all purged by more of their own vermin。〃
〃Perhaps； perhaps not；〃 Suslev said coldly。 〃Even so； Prince of Kurgan and Tobol； she escaped with one old servant and fled east thinking she could find you； could escape after you through Siberia to Manchuria。 The servant came originally from Austria。 Pavchen was her name。〃
The breath seemed to have vanished from Travkin's lungs。 〃More lies；〃 he heard himself say； no longer believing it； his spirit ripped apart by her lovely smile。 〃My wife's dead。 She'd never go so far north。〃
〃Ah but she did。 Her escape train was diverted northwards。 It was autumn。 Already the first snows had e so she decided to wait the winter out in Yakutsk。 She had to。 。。。〃 Suslev put down another snapshot。 〃。。。 she was with child。 This is your son and his family。 It was taken last year。〃 The man was good…looking； in his forties； wearing a Soviet major's air force uniform； self…consciously smiling at the camera； his arm around a fine woman in her thirties with three happy children； a babe； a beaming girl of six or seven missing front teeth； a boy of about ten trying to be serious。 〃Your wife called him Pietor Ivanovitch after your grandfather。〃
Travkin did not touch the photo。 He just stared at it； his face chalky。 Then he pried his eyes away and poured a drink for himself； and as an afterthought； one for Suslev。 〃It's 。。。 it's all a brilliant reconstruction；〃 he said； trying to sound convincing。 〃Brilliant。〃
〃The child's name is Victoria； the girl is Nichola after your grandmother。 The boy is Alexi。 Major Ivanovitch is a bomber pilot。〃
Travkin said nothing。 His eyes went back to the portrait of the beautiful old lady and he was near tears but his voice was still controlled。 〃She knows I'm alive； eh？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃For how long？〃
〃Three months。 About three months ago。 One of our people told her。〃
〃Who're they？〃
〃Do you want to see her？〃
〃Why only three months … why not a year … three years？〃
〃It was only six months ago we discovered who you were。〃
〃How did you do that？〃
〃Did you expect to remain anonymous forever？〃
〃If she knows I'm alive and one of your people told her then she'd've written。 。。。 Yes。 They would have asked her to do that if 。。。〃 Travkin's voice was strange。 He felt out of himself； in a nightmare； as he tried to think clearly。 〃She would have written a letter。〃
〃She has。 I will give it to you within the next few days。 Do you want to see her？〃
Travkin forced his agony down。 He motioned at the family portrait。 〃And 。。。 and he knows I'm alive too？〃
〃No。 None of them do。 That was not at our suggestion； Alexi Ivanovitch。 It was your wife's idea。 For safety … to protect him； she thought。 As if we would wreak vengeance for the sins of the fathers on the sons！ She waited out two winters in Yakutsk。 By that time peace had e to Russia so she stayed。 By that time she presumed you dead； though she hoped you were alive。 The boy was brought up believing you dead； and knew nothing of you。 He still doesn't。 As you can see； he's a credit to you both。 He was head of his local school； then went ю university as all gifted children do nowadays。 。。。 Do you know； Alexi Ivanovitch； in my day I was the first of my whole province ever to get to a university； the very first； ever from a peasant family。 We're fair in Russia today。〃
〃How many corpses have you made to bee what you are now？〃
〃A few；〃 Suslev said darkly； 〃all of them criminals or enemies of Russia。〃
〃Tell me about them。〃
〃I will。 One day。〃
〃Did you fight the last war … or were you a missar？〃
〃Sixteenth Tank Corp； Forty…fifth Army。 I was at Sebastopol 。。。 and at Berlin。 Tank mander。 Do you want to see your wife？〃
〃More than my whole life is worth； if this really is my wife and if she's alive。〃
〃She is。 I can arrange it。〃
〃Where？〃
〃Vladivostok。〃
〃No； here in Hong Kong。〃
〃Sorry； that's impossible。〃
〃Of course。〃 Travkin laughed without mirth。 〃Of course； friend。 Drink？〃 He poured the last of the vodka； splitting it equally。 〃Health！〃
Suslev stared at him。 Then he looked down at the portrait and the snapshot of the air force major and his family and picked them up； lost in thought。 The silence grew。 He scratched his beard。 Then he said decisively； 〃All right。 Here in Hong Kong；〃 and Travkin's heart leapt。
〃In return for what？〃
Suslev stubbed his cigarette out。 〃Information。 And cooperation。〃
〃What？〃
〃I want to know everything you know about the tai…pan of the Noble House； everything you did in China； who you know； who you met。〃
〃And the cooperation