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s　Szell；　Second　Secretary　to　the　Embassy　of　the　United　States　of　America；　had　done　anything　inconsistent　with　his　diplomatic　status；　and　lodging　an　official　protest　in　the　name　of　the　U。S。　Department　of　State。　Perhaps　in　the　next　week；　Washington　would　send　some　Hungarian　diplomat　back…whether　he　was　a　sheep　or　a　goat　would　be　decided　in　Washington。　Ericsson　thought　it　would　be　a　sheep。　Why　let　on　that　the　FBI　had　ID'd　a　goat；　after　all？　Better　to　let　the　goat　continue　to　munch　away　in　whatever　garden　it　had　invaded…under　close　observation。　And　so　the　game　went　on。　The　Ambassador　thought　it　a　stupid　game；　but　every　member　of　his　staff　played　it　with　greater　or　lesser　enthusiasm。
　　　The　message　about　Szell；　it　turned　out；　was　sufficiently　under　the　radar　so　that　when　it　was　forwarded　to　CIA　headquarters；　it　was　tucked　into　routine　traffic　as　not　worthy　of　interfering　with　the　DCI's　weekendJudge　Moore　got　a　morning　brief　every　single　day　anyway；　of　course；　and　this　item　would　wait　until　8：00　A。M。　Sunday；　the　watch　officers　collectively　decided；　because　judges　liked　an　orderly　life。　And　Budapest　wasn't　all　that　important　in　the　Great　Scheme　of　Things；　was　it？
　　　Sunday　morning　in　Moscow　was　much　the　same　as　Sunday　morning　everywhere　else；　albeit　with　fewer　people　getting　dressed　up　for　church。　That　was　true　for　Ed　and　Mary　Pat；　also。　A　Catholic　priest　celebrated　mass　at　the　U。S。　Embassy　on　Sunday　mornings；　but　most　of　the　time　they　didn't　make　it…though　they　were　both　Catholic　enough　to　feel　guilt　for　their　slothful　transgressions。　They　both　told　themselves　that　their　guilt　was　mitigated　by　the　fact　that　they　were　both　doing　God's　own　work　right　in　the　center　of　the　land　of　the　heathen。　So　the　plan　for　today　was　to　take　Eddie　for　a　walk　in　the　park；　where　he　might　meet　some　kids　to　play　with。　At　least；　that　was　Eddie's　mission　brief。　Ed　rolled　out　of　bed　and　headed　to　the　bathroom　first；　followed　by　his　wife　and　then　by　little　Eddie。　No　morning　paper；　and　the　Sunday　TV　programming　was　every　bit　as　bad　as　it　was　the　rest　of　the　week。　So　they　actually　had　to　talk　over　breakfast；　something　many　Americans　find　hard　to　do。　Their　son　was　still　young　and　impressionable　enough　to　find　Moscow　interesting；　though　nearly　all　of　his　friends　were　Americans　or　Brits：　inmates；　like　his　entire　family；　in　the　pound/ghetto；　guarded　by　MGB　or　KGB…opinions　were　divided　on　that　question；　but　everyone　knew　it　made　little　real　difference。
　　　The　meeting　was　set　for　11：00。　Oleg　Ivan'ch　would　be　easy　to　spot…as　would　she；　Mary　Pat　knew。　Like　a　peacock　among　crows；　her　husband　liked　to　say　（even　though　the　peacock　was　actually　a　male　bird）。　She　decided　to　play　it　down　today。　No　makeup；　just　casually　brushed…out　hair；　jeans；　and　a　pullover　shirt。　She　couldn't　change　her　figure　very　much…the　local　aesthetic　preferred　women　of　her　height　to　be　about　ten　kilograms　heavier。　Diet；　she　supposed。　Or　maybe　when　you　had　food　available　in　what　was　largely　a　hungry　country；　you　ate　it。　Maybe　the　fat　layer　you　acquired　made　the　winters　more　fortable？　Whatever；　the　level　of　fashion　for　the　average　Russian　female　was　like　something　from　a　Dead　End　Kids　movie。　You　could　tell　the　wives　of　important　people　easily；　because　their　clothes　looked　almost　middle…class；　as　opposed　to　the　more　normal　Appalachia　class　of　dress。　But　that　was　grossly　unfair　to　the　people　of　Appalachia；　Mary　Pat　decided。
　　　〃You　ing；　Ed？〃　she　asked　after　breakfast。
　　　〃No；　honey。　I'll　clean　up　the　kitchen　and　get　into　this　new　book　I　got　last　week。〃
　　　〃The　truck　driver　did　it；〃　she　offered。　〃I've　read　that　guy　before。〃
　　　〃Thanks　a　bunch；〃　her　husband　grumbled。
　　　And　with　that；　she　checked　her　watch　and　headed　out。　The　park　was　just　three　of　the　long　blocks　to　the　east。　She　waved　to　the　gate　guard…definitely　KGB；　she　thought…and　headed　to　the　left；　holding　little　Eddie's　hand。　The　traffic　on　the　street　was　minimal　by　American　standards；　and　it　was　definitely　getting　cooler　out。　She　was　glad　she'd　dressed　her　son　in　a　long…sleeve　shirt。　A　turn　to　look　down　at　him　revealed　no　obvious　tail。　There　could；　of　course；　be　binoculars　in　the　apartments　across　the　street；　but　somehow　she　thought　not。　She'd　pretty　well　established　herself　as　a　dumb　American　blonde；　and　just　about　everyone　bought　it。　Even　Ed's　press　contacts　thought　her　dumber　than　him…and　they　thought　him　to　be　an　ass…which　could　not　have　suited　her　any　better。　Those　chattering　blackbirds　repeated　everything　she　and　Ed　said　to　one　another；　until　the　word　was　as　uniformly　spread　as　the　icing　on　one　of　her　cakes。　It　all　got　back　to　KGB　as　quickly　as　any　rumor　could　go…damned　near　the　speed　of　light　in　that　munity；　because　reporters　did　intellectual　incest　as　a　way　of　life…and　the　Russians　listened　to　them　and　put　everything　in　their　voluminous　dossiers　until　it　became　something　that　〃everybody　knows。〃　A　good　field　officer　always　used　others　to　build　his　or　her　cover。　Such　a　cover　was　random…sounding…just　as　real　life　always　was…and　that　made　it　plausible；　even　to　a　professional　spook。
　　　The　park　was　about　as　bleak　as　everything　else　in　Moscow。　A　few　trees；　some　badly　trodden　grass。　Almost　as　though　KGB　had　had　all　the　parks　trimmed　to　make　them　bad　contact　points。　That　it　would　also　limit　places　for　young　Muscovites　to　rendezvous　and　trade　some　kisses　probably　would　not　have　troubled　the　consciences　at　The　Centre；　which　were　probably　about　the　Pontius　Pilate　level　on　a　reflective　day。
　　　And　there　was　the　Rabbit；　a　hundred　meters　or　so　away；　nicely　located；　near　some　play　items　that　would　appeal　to　a　three…year…old…or　a　four…year…old。　Walking　closer；　she　saw　again　that　Russians　doted　on　their　little　ones；　and；　in　this　case；　maybe　a　little　more…the　Rabbit　was　KGB；　and　so　he　had　access　to　better　consumer　goods　than　the　average　Russian；　which；　like　a　good　parent　in　any　land；　he　lavished　on　his　little　girl。　That　was　a　good　sign　for　his　character；　Mary　Pat　decided。　Maybe　she　could　even　like　this　guy；　an　unexpected　gift　for　a　field　officer。　So　many　agents　were　screwed　up　as　badly　as　a　South　Bronx　street　mugger。　He　didn't　observe　her　approach　any　more　than　to　turn　and　scan　the　area　in　boredom；　as　men　walking　their　children　did。　The　two　Americans　headed　the　right　way　in　what　would　surely　appear　to　be　a　random　act。
　　　〃Eddie；　there's　a　little　girl　you　can　say　hello　to。　Try　out　your　Russian　on　her；〃　his　mommy　suggested。
　　　〃Okay！〃　and　he　raced　off　in　the　manner　of　toddlers。　Little　Eddie　ran　right　up　to　her　and　said　〃Hello。〃
　　　〃Hello。〃
　　　〃My　name　is　Eddie。〃
　　　〃My　name　is　Svetlana　Olegovna。　Where　do　you　live？〃
　　　〃That　way。〃　Eddie　pointed　back　to　the　foreigners'　ghetto。
　　　〃That　is　your　son？〃　the　Rabbit　asked。
　　　〃Yes；　Eddie　Junior。　Edward　Edwardovich　to　you。〃
　　　〃So；〃　Oleg　Ivan'ch　said　next；　without　amusement；　〃is　he　also　CIA？〃
　　　〃Not　exactly。〃　Almost　theatrically；　she　extended　her　hand　to　him。　She　had　to　protect　him；　just　in　case　cameras　were　about。　〃I　am　Mary　Patricia　Foley。〃
　　　〃I　see。　Does　your　husband　like　his　shapka？〃
　　　〃Actually；　he　does。　You　have　good　taste　in　furs。〃
　　　〃Many　Russians　do。〃　Then　he　switched　gears。　It　was　time　to　go　back　to　business。　〃Have　you　decided　that　you　can　help　me　or　not？〃
　　　〃Yes；　Oleg　Ivan'ch；　we　can。　Your　daughter　is　darling。　Her　name　is　Svetlana？〃
　　　The　munications　officer　nodded。　〃Yes；　that　is　my　little　zaichik。〃
　　　The　irony　of　that　was　positively　eerie。　Their　Rabbit　called　his　little　girl　his　bunny。　It　generated　a　brilliant　smile。　〃So；　Oleg；　how　do　we　get　you　to　America？〃
　　　〃You　ask　me　this？〃　he　asked　with　no　small　degree　of　incredulity。
　　　〃Well；　we　need　some　information。　Your　hobbies　and　interests；　for　example；　and　your　wife's。〃
　　　〃I　play　chess。　More　than　anything　else；　I　read　books　on　old　chess　matches。　My　wife　is　more　classically　educated　than　I。　She　loves　music…classical　music；　not　the　trash　you　make　in　America。〃
　　　〃Any　particular　poser？〃
　　　He　shook　his　head。　〃Any　of　the　classical　posers；　Bach；　Mozart；　Brahms…I　do　not　know　all　of　the　names。　It　is　Irina's　passion。　She　studied　piano　as　a　child；　but　wasn't　quite　good　enough　to　get　official　state　training。　That　is　her　greatest　regret；　and　we　do　not　have　a　piano　for　her　to　practice　on；〃　he　added；　knowing　that　he　had　to　give　her　this　kind　of　information　to　assist　in　her　efforts　to　save　him　and　his　family。　〃What　else　do　you　require？〃
　　　〃Do　any　of　you　have　any　health　problems…medications；　for　example？〃　They　were　speaking　in　Russian　again；　and　Oleg　noted　her　elegant　language　skills。
　　　〃No；　we　are　all　quite　healthy。　My　Svetlana　has　been　through　all　the　usual　childhood　diseases；　but　without　plications　of　any　sort。〃
　　　〃Good。〃　That　simplifies　a　lot　of　things；　Mary　Pat　thought。　〃She's　a　lovely　little　girl。　You　must　be　very　proud　of　her。〃
　　　〃But　will　she　like　life　in　the　West？〃　he　worried　aloud。
　　　〃Oleg　Ivan'ch；　no　child　has　ever　had　reason　to　dislike　life　in　America。〃
　　　〃And　how　does　your　little　Edward　like　things　in　the　Soviet　Union？〃
　　　〃He　misses　his　friends；　of　course；　but　right　before　we　came　over；　we　took　him　to　Disney　World。　He　still　talks　a　lot　about　that。〃
　　　Then　came　a　surprise：　〃Disney　World？　What　is　that？〃
　　　〃It　is　a　large　mercial　business　made　for　the　pleasure　of　children…and　for　adults　who　remember　their　childhood。　It's　in　Florida；〃　she　added。
　　　〃I've　never　heard　of　it。〃
　　　〃You　will　find　it　remarkable　and　most　enjoyable。　More　so　for　your　daughter。〃　She　paused。　〃What　does　your　wife　think　of　your　plans？〃
　　　〃Irina　knows　nothing　of　this；〃　Zaitzev　said；　surprising　the　hell　out　of　his　American　interlocutor。
　　　〃What　did　you　say？〃　Are　you　out　of　your　fucking　mind？　MP　wondered　at　once。
　　　〃Irina　is　a　good　wife　to　me。　She　will　do　what　I　tell　her　to　do。〃　Russian　male　chauvinism　was　of　the　aggressive　variety。
　　　〃Oleg　Ivan'ch；　that　is　most　dangerous　for　you。　You　must　know　that。〃
　　　〃The　danger　to　me　is　being　caught　by　KGB。　If　that　happens；　I　am　a　dead　man；　and　so　is　someone　else；〃　he　added；　thinking　a　further　dangle　was　in　his　interest。
　　　〃Why　are　you　leaving？　What　convinced　you　that　it　is　necessary？〃　she　had　to　ask。
　　　〃KGB　is　planning　to　kill　a　man　who　does　not　deserve　to　die。〃
　　　〃Who？〃　And　she　had　to　ask　that　one；　too。
　　　〃That　I　will　tell　you　when　I　am　in　the　West。〃
　　　〃That　is　a　fair　response；〃　she　had　to　say　in