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u've already lost。 No fool； that Ryan； once a deadly enemy； and now a good friend； or seemingly so。 Golovko had cultivated that friendship by providing help to America in two serious international crises。 He'd done it because it had； first of all； been in his nation's interest； and secondly； because Ryan was a man of honor； and unlikely to forget such favors。 It had also amused Golovko； who'd spent most of his adulthood in an agency devoted to the destruction of the West。
But what about himself？ Was someone intent on his own destruction？ Had someone desired to end his life in a loud and spectacular manner on the paving stones of Dzerzhinskiy Square？ The more his mind dwelt on that question； the more frightening it became。 Few healthy men could contemplate the end of their lives with equanimity； and Golovko wasn't one of them。 His hands never shook； but he didn't argue at all with Major Shelepin's increasingly invasive measures to keep him alive。 The car changed every day in color； and sometimes in make； and the routes to his office shared only the starting place … the SVR building was sufficiently large that the daily journey to work had a total of five possible end points。 The clever part； which Golovko admired； was that he himself occasionally rode in the front seat of the lead vehicle； while some functionary sat in the back seat of the putative guarded car。 Anatoliy was no fool； and even showed the occasional spark of creativity。
But none of that now。 Golovko shook his head and opened his last folder of the day； scanning first of all the executive summary … and his mind skidded to an almost instant halt； his hand reaching for a phone and dialing a number。
〃This is Golovko；〃 he told the male voice who answered。 He didn't have to say anything else。
〃Sergey Nikolay'ch；〃 the minister's voice greeted him pleasantly five seconds later。 〃What can I do for you？〃
〃Well； Vasily Konstantinovich； you can confirm these numbers to me。 Are they possible？〃
〃They are more than possible； Sergey。 They are as real as the sunset；〃 Solomentsev told the intelligence chief cum chief minister and advisor to President Grushavoy。
〃Solkin syn； 〃 the intelligence chief muttered。 Son of a bitch！ 〃And this wealth has been there for how long？〃 he asked incredulously。
〃The oil； perhaps five hundred thousand years； the gold； rather longer； Sergey。〃
〃And we never knew；〃 Golovko breathed。
〃No one really looked； rade Minister。 Actually； I find the gold report the more interesting。 I must see one of these gold…encrusted wolf pelts。 Something for Prokofiev； eh？ Peter and the Golden Wolf。〃
〃An entertaining thought；〃 Golovko said； dismissing it immediately。 〃What will it mean to our country？〃
〃Sergey Nikolay'ch； I would have to be a fortune…teller to answer that substantively； but it could be the salvation of our country in the long term。 Now we have something that all nations want … two somethings； as a matter of fact … and it belongs to us； and for it those foreigners will pay vast sums of money； and do so with a smile。 Japan； for example。 We will answer their energy needs for the next fifty years； and along the way we will save them vast sums in transportation costs … ship the oil a few hundred kilometers instead of ten thousand。 And perhaps America； too； though they've made their own big strike on the Alaskan…Canadian border。 The question bees how we move the oil to market。 We'll build a pipeline from the field to Vladivostok； of course； but maybe another one to St。 Petersburg so that we can sell oil more easily to Europe as well。 In fact； we can probably have the Europeans； especially the Germans； build the pipeline for us； just to get a discount on the oil。 Serge； if we'd found this oil twenty years ago； we …〃
〃Perhaps。〃 It wasn't hard to imagine what would e next： The Soviet Union would not have fallen but grown strong instead。 Golovko had no such illusions。 The Soviet government would have managed to fuck up these new treasures as it had fucked up everything else。 The Soviet government had owned Siberia for seventy years but had never even gone looking for what might have been there。 The country had lacked the proper experts to do the looking； but was too proud to let anyone else do it； lest they think less of the Motherland。 If any one thing had killed the USSR； it wasn't munism； or even totalitarianism。 It was that perverse amour propre that was the most dangerous and destructive aspect of the Russian character； created by a sense of inferiority that went back to the House of Romanov and beyond。 The Soviet Union's death had been as self…inflicted as any suicide's； just slower and therefore far deadlier in ing。 Golovko endured the next ninety seconds of historical speculation from a man who had little sense of history； then spoke： 〃All this is good； Vasily Konstantinovich； but what of the future？ That is the time in which we will all live； after all。〃
〃It will do us little harm。 Sergey； this is the salvation of our country。 It will take ten years to get the full benefit from the outfields； but then we shall have a steady and regular ine for at least one whole generation； and perhaps more besides。〃
〃What help will we need？〃
〃The Americans and the British have expertise which we need； from their own exploitation of the Alaskan fields。 They have knowledge。 We shall learn it and make use of it。 We are in negotiations now with Atlantic Richfield； the American oil pany； for technical support。 They are being greedy； but that's to be expected。 They know that only they have what we need； and paying them for it is cheaper than having to replicate it ourselves。 So； they will get most of what they now demand。 Perhaps we will pay them in gold bricks；〃 Solomentsev suggested lightly。
Golovko had to resist the temptation to inquire too deeply into the gold strike。 The oil field was far more lucrative； but gold was prettier。 He； too； wanted to see one of those pelts that this Gogol fellow had used to collect the dust。 And this lonely forest…dweller would have to be properly taken care of … no major problem； as he lived alone and was childless。 Whatever he got； the state would soon get back； old as he was。 And there'd be a TV show； maybe even a feature film； about this hunter。 He'd once hunted Germans； after all； and the Russians still made heroes of such men。 That would make Pavel Petrovich Gogol happy enough； wouldn't it？
〃What does Eduard Petrovich know？〃
〃I've been saving the information until I had a full and reliable reading on it。 I have that now。 I think he will be pleased at the next cabinet meeting； Sergey Nikolay'ch。〃
As well he should； Golovko thought。 President Grushavoy had been as busy as a one…armed； one…legged paperhanger for three years。 No； more like a stage MAGICian or conjurer； forced to produce real things from nothing； and his success in keeping the nation moving often seemed nothing short of miraculous。 Perhaps this was God's own way of rewarding the man for his efforts； though it would not be an entirely unmixed blessing。 Every government agency would want its piece of the gold…and…oil pie； each with its needs； all of them presented by its own minister as vital to the security of the state； in