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r side wasn't all that smart。 The smart ones didn't break the law in so egregious a way。 No； the perfect crime was the one you never discovered； the murder victim you never found； the stolen funds missed by bad accounting procedures； the espionage never discovered。 Once you knew a crime had been mitted； you had a starting place； and it was like unraveling a sweater。 There wasn't all that much holding the wool together if you just kept picking at it。
〃Tell me； Mishka； how worthy were your Mafia adversaries in New York？〃 Provalov asked after sipping his second drink。
Reilly did the same。 〃It's not like the movies； Oleg。 Except maybe Goodfellas。 They're cheap hoods。 They're not educated。 Some of them are pretty damned dumb。 Their cachet was that once upon a time they didn't talk； omertà they used to call it； the Law of Silence。 I mean； they'd take the fall and never cooperate。 But that changed over time。 The people from the Old Country died out and the new generation was softer … and we got tougher。 It's a lot easier to laugh your way through three years than it is to handle ten； and on top of that the organization broke down。 They stopped taking care of the families while the dad was in the slammer； and that was real bad for morale。 So； they started talking to us。 And we got smarter； too； with electronic surveillance … now it's called 'special operations'； back then it was a 'black bag job' … and we weren't always very careful about getting a warrant。 I mean； back in the '60s； a Mafia don couldn't take a leak without us knowing what color it was。〃
〃And they never fought back？〃
〃You mean fuck with us？ Mess with an FBI agent？〃 Reilly grinned at the very thought。 〃Oleg； nobody ever messes with the FBI。 Back then； and still somewhat to this day； we are the Right Hand of God Himself； and if you mess with us； some really bad things are going to happen。 The truth of the matter is that nothing like that has ever happened； but the bad guys worry that it might。 The rules get bent some； but； no； we never really break them … at least not that I know about。 But if you threaten a hood with serious consequences for stepping over the line； chances are he'll take you seriously。〃
〃Not here。 They do not respect us that much yet。〃
〃Well； then you have to generate that respect； Oleg。〃 And it really was about that simple in concept； though bringing it about； Reilly knew； would not be all that easy。 Would it take having the local cops go off the reservation once in a while； to show the hoods the price of lèse…majesté？ That was part of American history； Reilly thought。 Town sheriffs like Wyatt Earp； Bat Masterson； and Wild Bill Hickock； Lone Wolf Gonzales of the Texas Rangers； Bill Tilghman and Billy Threepersons of the U。S。 Marshal Service； the cops of their time who didn't so much enforce the law as embody it in the way they walked down the street。 There was no corresponding Russian lawman of legend。 Maybe they needed one。 It was part of the heritage of every American cop； and from watching movies and TV westerns； American citizens grew up with the expectation that breaking the law would bring such a man into your life； and not to your personal profit。 The FBI had grown up in an era of increased crime during the Great Depression； and had exploited the existing Western tradition with modern technology and procedures to create its own institutional mystique。 To do that had meant convicting a lot of criminals； and killing a few on the street as well。 In America there was the expectation that cops were heroic figures who didn't merely enforce the law； but who protected the innocent as well。 There was no such tradition here。 Growing it would solve many of the problems in the former Soviet Union； where the lingering tradition was of oppression rather than protection。 No John Wayne； no Melvin Purvis in Russian movies； and this nation was the poorer for it。 As much as Reilly liked working here； and as much as he'd e to like and respect his Russian counterparts； it was much like being dumped into a trash heap with instructions to make it as orderly as Bergdorf…Goodman's in New York。 All the proper things were there； but organizing them made Hercules' task in the Augean stables seem trivial in parison。 Oleg had the right motivation； and the right set of skills； but it was some job he had ahead of him。 Reilly didn't envy him the task； but he had to help as best he could。
〃I do not envy you very much； Mishka； but your organization's status in your country is something I would like to have。〃
〃It didn't just happen； Oleg。 It's the product of many years and a lot of good men。 Maybe I should show you a Clint Eastwood movie。〃
〃Dirty Harry？ I have seen it。〃 Entertaining； the Russian thought； but not overly realistic。
〃No； Hang Em High； about the Marshal Service； back in the Old West； when men were men and women were grateful。 Actually it's not true in the usual sense。 There wasn't much crime in the Old West。〃
That made the Russian look up from his drink in surprise。 〃Then why do all the movies say otherwise？〃
〃Oleg； movies have to be exciting； and there isn't much exciting about raising wheat or punching cattle。 The American West was mainly settled by veterans of our Civil War。 That was a hard and cruel conflict； but no man who'd survived the Battle of Shiloh was likely to be intimidated by some bozo on a horse； gun or not。 A professor at Oklahoma State University did a book on this subject twenty or so years ago。 He checked court records and such； and found out that except for saloon shootings … guns and whiskey make a crummy mix； right？ … there wasn't a hell of a lot of crime in the West。 The citizens could look after themselves； and the laws they had were pretty tough … not a hell of a lot of repeat offenders … but what it really came down to was that the citizens all had guns and all pretty much knew how to use them； and that is a big deterrent for the bad guys。 A cop's less likely to shoot you than an aroused citizen； when you get down to it。 He doesn't want to do all the paperwork if he can avoid it； right？〃 A sip and a chuckle from the American。
〃In that we are the same； Mishka；〃 Provalov agreed。
〃And； by the way； all this quick…draw stuff in the movies。 If it ever happened for real； I've never heard of such a case。 No； that's all Hollywood bullshit。 You can't draw and fire accurately that way。 If you could； they would have trained us to do it that way at Quantico。 But except for people who practice for special performances and tournaments and stuff； and that's always at the same angle and the same distance； it just can't be done。〃
〃You're sure of that？〃 Legends die hard； especially for an otherwise pretty smart cop who had； however； seen his share of Westerns。
〃I was a Principal Instructor in my Field Division； and damned if I can do it。〃
〃You are good shot； eh？〃
Reilly nodded with uncharacteristic modesty on this particular issue。 〃Fair；〃 he allowed。 〃Pretty fair。〃 There were less than three hundred names on the FBI Academy's 〃Possible Board；〃 identifying those who'd fired a perfect qualifying course on graduating。 Mike Reilly was one of them。 He'd also been assistant head of the SWAT team in his first fiel