‘I’m sure the bed concealed what I was doing; it had to be the most natural thing in the world to be kneeling over the body of a prisoner who had just killed himself!’ said Panchenko, with the renewed confidence of his explanation for retrieving the gun. ‘And there was a lot of confusion, jostling, in the doorway.’
‘What about Agayans’ shout?’
For the first time Panchenko looked across the car and in the uncertain light Kazin was conscious of the man nodding his head in acknowledgement of another weakness being isolated. Panchenko said: ‘I had to improvise again here, of course. Agayans wouldn’t be shouting “No!” if he were killing himself.’
‘But the rest of the squad would surely have heard it?’
‘Unquestionably,’ accepted Panchenko. ‘But the corridor has an angled bend. And I’d pushed-to the bedroom door. I gambled on what they heard being blurred, indistinct. As they came in I said: “I shouted to him not to do it but I couldn’t get to him in time.”’
‘And they accepted it was you?’
‘There was no challenge,’ replied Panchenko. ‘The instinct of men trained militarily is to accept the explanation of a superior officer.’
‘Which leaves the uncertainty of whether or not Chernov was aware of any conversation between you and Agayans at the beginning of the corridor,’ reminded Kazin.
‘I tried to allow for that, too,’ said Panchenko. ‘I let Malik extend the interrogation while I tried to work out how to cover Chernov hearing what was said. It was the best I could think of at the time: I said when he realized I was coming to the bedroom with him Agayans insisted on getting dressed in privacy.’
‘And Malik accepted that?’
‘No,’ conceded Panchenko. ‘He accused me of bad policing. But that’s all it is: bad policing. Agayans and I talked softly. We’ve got to take the chance of Chernov realizing a conversation took place but not hearing Afghanistan being mentioned…’ The hesitation was intentional. ‘Or your name.’
Kazin understood the pause. Like he understood the security colonel using the plural ‘we’. He let both go, like the earlier threat. He said: ‘What have you done?’
‘I had Chernov submit a report. Insisted it should be complete.’
‘And?’
‘He makes no reference at all to the corridor conversation. And attributes the shout in the bedroom to me.’
‘The rest of the squad?’
‘The same.’
Not bad, admitted Kazin. Far better, in fact, than he had expected from the earlier panicked telephone call from the man. Kazin said: ‘Anything else that might be challenged?’
Panchenko considered the question and said: ‘Malik kept making demands about timekeeping. I had to say I only went to Agayans’ bedroom when I became concerned about the amount of time he had been in there. So I had to create a time gap greater than really occurred. I said it was ten minutes from the time Agayans left the room, before I went in: it wasn’t more than a minute or two.
Searching for the dangers, Kazin said: ‘There’s one thing missing. How did Malik discover what was going on in Afghanistan, to be able to stop it, as he did?’
‘I don’t know,’ admitted Panchenko.
‘Wasn’t there any indication at all where his information came from?’
‘Nothing.’
A brilliant intelligence officer, remembered Kazin: that had been the assessment of Malik when they had graduated together from the training academy while his had only been commended. He said: ‘What about the son in Afghanistan, Yuri Vasilivich? Did Malik mention him?’
‘Not once.’
Still too much he didn’t know, thought Kazin irritably. He said: ‘There’s to be an inquiry, at Malik’s demand.’
‘I’ve already received a witness summons.’
Like I have, thought Kazin. He said: ‘I want a tight rein kept on the others who formed the squad with you that night. They’re to inform you if they are questioned: particularly if they’re questioned by Malik.’
‘It is regulations anyway that they do so.’
‘Reinforce it,’ insisted Kazin. ‘The only danger is what Chernov might have overheard.’
‘I don’t see how I can avoid being accused of negligence by the inquiry,’ said Panchenko.
Kazin sought for a reassuring response but couldn’t think of one. So he said: ‘No, neither do I.’
‘It will not be good, so soon after promotion.’
‘Better than accusations of other things,’ said Kazin at last.
Panchenko met threat with threat. ‘You’ll support me? It’s important I know you’ll support me.’
With no alternative Kazin said: ‘Of course I’ll support you.’
‘I’m glad,’ continued Panchenko, maintaining the pressure, ‘After all any problem for me will be a problem for you, won’t it?’
‘Yes,’ conceded Kazin, mouth a tight line. ‘It can’t be otherwise.’
Kazin recognized that with Panchenko he had created a potentially difficult problem for himself. Kazin revised, too, his earlier impression of sweated uncertainty in the man. At times as they talked Kazin believed he’d detected in the colonel an almost overconfident belief – conceit even – that there was some sort of equal partnership between them. For the moment it was an impression for Panchenko to be allowed. But some way would have to be found of dispensing with the man. Kazin said: ‘Maintain tonight’s account and I do not foresee any difficulty for us. Reprimand, perhaps. But that’s all.’
‘I would rather not be reprimanded at alclass="underline" not be summoned before an inquiry at all.’
Neither would I, thought Kazin. He felt a burn of frustration at the awareness that his already weak position was being further eroded while Malik’s was strengthening. He’d tried to mount his attack too soon, without proper thought. To the colonel he said: ‘Beware of Vasili Dmitrevich Malik. He’s a bad enemy to have.’
‘So am I,’ said Panchenko, bombastic as before.
And as such you will always be taunted and goaded, thought Kazin. Determined upon every precaution, he said: ‘Post everyone in that squad as far away from Moscow as possible. And as soon as it’s practicable to do so.’
There had been no indication in the recall messages to Kabul exactly what Yuri was expected to do upon his return to Moscow: where he was to live, for instance. Uncertainly, he called his father from Sheremet’yevo airport and was surprised by the apparent eagerness with which the older man greeted him, ordering him at once to Kutuzovsky Prospekt.
In the taxi Yuri gazed out over the flat plain that spreads like a voluminous skirt before Moscow, conscious of how unfamiliar everything looked to him, although he had been away for less than a year. There was an occasional wooden house – sometimes two or three clustered together – but the view was predominantly of trees, birch and fir mostly. It hadn’t occurred to him until now but there didn’t seem to be any trees in Afghanistan. How long, he wondered, would this respite last?
His father responded at once when he sounded the apartment bell. The old man said: ‘I’m glad you’re safely here, Yuri Vasilivich.’
Yuri’s airport surprise returned. ‘What is it?’ he said.
The witnesses’ list he had obtained that morning of people who had been summoned to appear before the inquiry removed any doubt from Malik’s mind of Kazin’s involvement. Malik said: ‘I think an attempt has been made to bring me down… maybe bring both of us down.’
Yuri couldn’t recognize the sensation he immediately experienced, a feeling he’d never known before. Was this what fear felt like?
10
Yevgennie Levin had naturally never been a prospective buyer but he had watched a lot of American television advertising praising the integrity of estate agents and imagined this had to resemble the real experience. Proctor cupped Galina’s arm almost protectively in his hand to guide her to the chintz-decorated drawing room, heavy with a furniture style the Russian did not yet know to be New England, deferring to Levin when they came to something he described as a den, which had some books and a stocked bar and a TV set with the screen almost as large as he’d encountered in the few cinemas he had visited, but then going back to Galina for approval when they came to the kitchen. It was a huge laboratory of a place, a refrigerator/freezer larger than a grown man, with a soft-drink dispensing device in its front, a cooking hob separate from an oven controlled by a cockpit of knobs and a preparation area clustered with mixers and blenders and cutters and grinders, like mushrooms in a dawn field. There were seats for eight around a large, long table but Levin guessed another four could be accommodated with room sufficient to spread their arms. And a dining room, in addition. Again there was a lot of heavy furniture, this time including a serving sideboard and an open-fronted cupboard displaying glasses of every size. There was a downstairs lavatory and a further two upstairs, each separate from the two bathrooms, the larger of which was en suite to the main bedroom and included a jacuzzi fitment in the actual bath, with a slide-door shower and a bidet. There was a bidet in the second bathroom and Levin hoped Petr – who was regarding it curiously – would not ask him what it was for because he didn’t know either. The master bedroom had a walk-in dressing area, with sliding-door closets extending along two walls and a four-poster bed complete with canopy. At its foot was a manoeuvrable television and there were further television sets in each of the other three bedrooms, but there the beds were not canopied.