That voice again. He wished it would go away. If this was a dream then it was a damned good one-one he wanted to wrap tight around him like a blanket. Even now, as it seemed in danger of slipping away. But she was still there-just. Valentina, the woman with whom he shared his apartment-the woman he secretly admired. And now this perfect dream. It was hard to hold on to it, with that gentle tapping in his chest.
“Papa?”
A boy’s voice-close enough for him to feel the breath against his cheek. If he shut his eyes very tightly it would go away, no doubt of it. The important thing was to stay asleep and hold on to the dream.
“Papa, wake up.”
And it was gone. Such a dream, as well. He opened his eyes to find his son looking down at him, frowning.
“Yuri?” he said, rubbing his fingers over his eyes. “What time is it?”
Early, to judge by the flat sunlight coming through the curtains. He’d half-hoped to lounge in his bed for a change, but it seemed that wasn’t to be.
“You were groaning.”
“Was I?” Korolev said, feeling his cheeks redden.
“I thought you might be ill.”
“No, just a dream.”
“You were talking to yourself.”
Damn, he’d been talking to himself. What had he said?
“What did I say?” Korolev asked, deciding it was best he knew.
“I couldn’t make it out. You sounded in pain, though.”
“Probably just a bad dream.” Or a good one, of course. “How did you find the couch?”
“Good, I think.” Yuri looked unsure. “How did I end up in here?”
“You fell asleep while you were eating so I brought you in.”
Yuri considered this.
“I was tired from the journey.”
“You were,” Korolev said, pushing down the sheet and sitting up. He thought about that niggling worry of his and whether he should bring it up-and decided not to. There was time enough. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head. He should be fully awake for such a subject.
“Let’s get some breakfast then, and plan our day.”
“Mother said you might have to work.” Yuri’s eyes slid sideways. “She said I shouldn’t expect to see much of you.”
Korolev sat on the side of the bed and regarded his son, smiling as he did so.
“As it happens, I’ve the whole of the time off. I need to go in to Petrovka and sign some papers this morning but that won’t take more than a few minutes. And I happen to know there’s a jazz band playing in Hermitage Park, which is just across the street-we can kill two birds with one stone.”
* * *
By the time Korolev had done his morning exercises and they’d dressed, Valentina and Natasha were also up and about in the bedroom they occupied on the other side of the shared sitting room.
“Good morning,” Korolev said, the memory of his dream making him feel more than a little shifty in Valentina Nikolayevna’s presence.
“Yurochka,” Valentina said, embracing his son-the diminutive of Yuri’s name sounding surprisingly natural to Korolev, even though they’d only met the night before. “You’re awake. We were worried about you last night. You just fell forward-you’d have had a bruise if your father hadn’t caught you.”
Yuri gave her a shy smile.
“I thought it might have been the apricot cake,” Natasha said, gravely, coming into the room. “I thought Mother might have poisoned you.”
Valentina reached out a swift hand as though to cuff her only child, who giggled as she danced away.
“I’ll poison you, one of these days.”
“I thought the cake was very good,” Yuri said. “I liked it very much.”
“At last, a polite child in the house.”
“Have you been to the zoo, Yuri?” Natasha asked, clambering onto the heavy wooden table in the shared room and sitting there in the morning light, her legs swinging. She was ten-a couple of years younger than Yuri-but if he hadn’t known this to be the case, Korolev would have guessed she was the older of the two.
“Never.”
“You see, Mama. I told you. We have to take him. You must call your friend. If Yuri went back to Zagorsk without going to the greatest zoo in the world-well.”
It was clear that, in Natasha’s opinion, this would be a source of bitter shame for everyone involved
“Can I come?” Korolev asked.
“If you’re not working, of course you can,” Natasha said. “But you work all the time. Which is good, of course. The State needs hard workers.”
“I have the next six days off.”
“Six days?” Valentina said, raising her eyebrows. “Six days with no work at all?”
“I’ve got to sign some paperwork this morning-on the Gray Fox investigation. But apart from that-I’m free as a bird.”
Yuri’s eyes widened.
“The Gray Fox investigation?”
“A serious business-we captured the leader yesterday.”
“He was a murderer,” Natasha told Yuri, lowering her voice. “And a bank robber. They called him ‘Needle’ because he killed seven men with an ice pick.”
“A bank robber?” Yuri asked, looking to Korolev for confirmation.
“Only one bank. Mostly post offices and factory safes. A tough customer-we were glad to catch up with him. I’ll tell you about it on the way to Petrovka, don’t you worry.”
“You’re taking Yuri to Petrovka?” Natasha asked. “To Militia headquarters?”
“I wasn’t going to,” Korolev said. “But I could do that. Shura said she might come up with us-there’s a concert in Hermitage Park. A jazz concert. I was going to drop Yuri and Shura off there, do my business, and join them later.”
Shura was maid to their famous neighbor, Babel the writer, and a maternal figure to many of the children in the building, as well as, strangely, Korolev. Natasha’s face was a picture of longing and Korolev was detective enough to know it wasn’t the concert she was interested in.
“Would you like to come as well?”
“To Petrovka? To visit the Moscow Criminal Investigation Division?” Natasha asked, doing her best to sound offhand-and failing. “Yes, that could be interesting. Very interesting. Will there be criminals?”
“Probably, but I’ll steer you clear of them,” Korolev said, looking to Valentina Nikolayevna-who looked amused.
“And afterward, seeing as it’s such hot weather, we could go swimming.”
“Swimming?” two young voices said in unison.
“All Pioneers have to be able to swim long and fast. I wouldn’t want you falling behind in such a thing.”
Yuri and Natasha agreed that this was something that should be avoided.
“How about tomorrow morning for the zoo?” Valentina asked, making her way toward the small kitchen. “I’ll call Vera. First thing?”
“Vera works at the zoo,” Natasha explained. “No one else is there in the morning, Yuri. We’ll see things no one else has ever seen. Animals eating other animals. That sort of thing.”
Yuri looked impressed and Korolev felt relief-the children would get on, Yuri’s visit would be a great success. “Tomorrow sounds good,” he said. “First thing.”
CHAPTER THREE
“I’m sorry, Korolev, I heard you were in the building and I’m afraid I need you. Urgently. Bring Slivka with you.”
Korolev placed the receiver back in its cradle, raised his eyes to the ceiling and considered asking it, or the Lord that resided some way above it, why he hadn’t cut his visit shorter. That was the thing about places of work-if you spent too long hanging about them there was always the chance someone would ask you to do something. His sigh drew Slivka’s attention. Even his old friend Yasimov looked up from the report he was working on.
“The boss wants us,” Korolev said in answer to Slivka’s quizzical look. He attempted a smile-a poor attempt, he didn’t doubt. “Something’s come up. Something urgent, it seems.”
His mood wasn’t improved by Slivka’s evident sympathy-or Yasimov’s, for that matter. The worst thing was it had been his own fault-he’d spent too long introducing Yuri and Natasha to his colleagues, taking them around the small internal museum, telling them about famous cases that Moscow CID had solved. He’d even shown them the cells and one of the interrogation rooms. By the time he’d sent them off to Hermitage Park with Shura, the best part of an hour had passed. Too long for papers that had only needed a signature.