M. Fanti fingered Pashkov's cheekbone. "How could I have made such a mistake! Just look at him. People laugh at such faces."
"How much time to correct the error then, Monsieur Fanti?" the king asked.
"A week at least. His skin needs a rest. I must rework the whole left side of his face—it's all lopsided."
"But we can't spare a week," Professor Kristin said.
"With your majesty's permission," Pashkov offered, "I am willing to go as I am. Indeed, my plans call for immediate departure."
"It is a good thing you do for us, Colonel James," Gustavus IX said, "and a courageous thing. Please accept our thanks."
Professor Kristin saw Pashkov to the door. "One suggestion, Colonel. Your r's are still too soft for a real Russian. Why do you Americans slur them like that? And I beg you, if you value your life, do not fail to watch your fricatives."
The roof captain saluted as Pashkov stepped out of the lift. His flier was serviced and ready.
"What weather in Moscow, Captain?"