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s few； he'd spoken out about the system's shortings。 A lawyer； even under the Soviet system when law had been subordinated to political whim； he'd crusaded for a rational system of laws which would allow people to predict the reaction of the state to their actions with something akin to confidence。 He'd been there when the old system had fallen； and had embraced the new system as a teenager embraced his first love。 Now he was struggling to bring order… lawful order； which was harder still…to a nation which had known only dictatorial rule for centuries。 If he succeeded； he knew he'd be remembered as one of the giants of human political history。 If he failed； he'd just be remembered as one more starry…eyed visionary unable to turn his dream into reality。 The latter； he thought in quiet moments； was the more likely oute。
But despite that concern； he was playing to win。 Now he had the gold and oil discoveries in Siberia； which had appeared as if gifts from the merciful God his education had taught him to deny。 Russian history predicted…nay； demanded…that such gifts be taken from his country； for such had always been their hateful ill luck。 Did God hate Russia？ Anyone familiar with the past in his ancient country would think so。 But today hope appeared as a golden dream； and Grushavoy was determined not to let this dream evaporate as all the others had。 The land of Tolstoy and Rimsky…Korsakov had given much to the world； and now it deserved something back。 Perhaps this Ryan fellow would indeed be a friend of his country and his people。 His country needed friends。 His country had the resources to exist alone； but to make use of those resources； he needed assistance； enough to allow Russia to enter the world as a plete and self…sufficient nation； ready to be a friend to all； ready to give and to take in honor and amity。 The wherewithal was within his reach； if not quite within his hand。 To take it would make him an Immortal； would make Eduard Petrovich Grushavoy the man who raised up his entire country。 To do that he'd need help； however； and while that abraded his sense of amour propre； his patriotism； his duty to his country required that he set self aside。
〃We shall see； Sergey Nikolay'ch。 We shall see。〃
〃The time is ripe；〃 Zhang Han San told his colleagues in the room of polished oak。 〃The men and weapons are in place。 The prize lies right before our eyes。 That prize offers us economic salvation； economic security such as we have dreamed of for decades； the ability；〃 he went on； 〃to make China the world's preeminent power。 That is a legacy to leave our people such as no leader has ever granted his descendants。 We need only take it。 It lies almost in our hands； like a peach upon a tree。〃
〃It is feasible？〃 Interior Minister Tong Jie asked cautiously。
〃Marshal？〃 Zhang handed the inquiry off to the Defense Minister。
Luo Cong leaned forward。 He and Zhang had spent much of the previous evening together with maps； diagrams； and intelligence estimates。 〃From a military point of view； yes； it is possible。 We have four Type A Group armies in the Shenyang Military District； fully trained and poised to strike north。 Behind them are six Type B Group armies with sufficient infantry to support our mechanized forces； and four more Type C Group armies to garrison the land we take。 From a strictly military point of view； the only issues are moving our forces into place and then supplying them。 That is mainly a question of railroads； which will move supplies and men。 Minister Qian？〃 Luo asked。 He and Zhang had considered this bit of stage…managing carefully； hoping to co…opt a likely opponent of their proposed national policy early on。
The Finance Minister was startled by the question； but pride in his former job and his innate honesty pelled him to respond truthfully： 〃There is sufficient rolling stock for your purposes； Marshal Luo；〃 he replied tersely。 〃The concern will be repairing damage done by enemy air strikes on our rights…of…way and bridges。 That is something the Railroad Ministry has examined for decades； but there is no precise answer to it； because we cannot predict the degree of damage the Russians might inflict。〃
〃I am not overly worried about that； Qian；〃 Marshal Luo responded。 〃The Russian air force is in miserable shape due to all their activity against their Muslim minorities。 They used up a goodly fraction of their best weapons and spare parts。 We estimate that our air…defense groups should preserve our transportation assets with acceptable losses。 Will we be able to send railroad…construction personnel into Siberia to extend our railheads？〃
Again Qian felt himself trapped。 〃The Russians have surveyed and graded multiple rights…of…way over the years in their hopes for extending the Trans…Siberian Railroad and settling people into the region。 Those efforts date back to Stalin。 Can we lay track rapidly？ Yes。 Rapidly enough for your purposes？ Probably not； rade Marshal；〃 Qian replied studiously。 If he didn't answer honestly； his scat at this table would evaporate； and he knew it。
〃I am not sanguine on this prospect； rades；〃 Shen Tang spoke for the Foreign Ministry。
〃Why is that； Shen？〃 Zhang asked。
〃What will other nations do？〃 he asked rhetorically。 〃We do not know； but I would not be optimistic； especially with the Americans。 They bee increasingly friendly with the Russians。 President Ryan is well known to be friendly with Golovko； chief advisor to President Grushavoy。〃
〃A pity that Golovko still lives； but we were unlucky；〃 Tan Deshi had to concede。
〃Depending on luck is dangerous at this level；〃 Fang Gan told his colleagues。 〃Fate is no man's friend。〃
〃Perhaps the next time；〃 Tan responded。
〃Next time；〃 Zhang thought aloud； 〃better to eliminate Grushavoy and so throw their country into total chaos。 A country without a president is like a snake without a head。 It may thrash about； but it harms no one。〃
〃Even a severed head can bite；〃 Fang observed。 〃And who is to say that Fate will smile upon this enterprise？〃
〃A man can wait for fate to decide for him； or he can seize the foul woman by the throat and take her by force…as we have all done in our time；〃 Zhang added with a cruel smile。
Much more easily done with a docile secretary than with Destiny herself； Zhang； Fang didn't say aloud。 He could go only so far in this forum； and he knew it。 〃rades； I counsel caution。 The dogs of war have sharp teeth； but any dog may turn and bite his master。 We have all seen that happen； have we not？ Some things； once begun； are less easily halted。 War is such a thing； and it is not to be undertaken so lightly。〃
〃What would you have us do； Fang？〃 Zhang asked。 〃Should we wait until we run out of oil and wheat？ Should we wait until we need troops to quell discord among our own people？ Should we wait for Fate to decide for us； or should we choose our own destiny？〃
The only reply to that came from Chinese culture itself； the ancient beliefs that came to all of the Politburo members almost as genetic knowledge； unaffected by political conditioning： 〃rades； Destiny awaits us all。 It chooses us； not we it。 What you propose here； my old friend could merely accelerate what es for us in any case