He handed the cards back to the man. The soldier was about two inches shorter than he, but on a motorcycle it would not make much difference.
Dugan waved one of the Cossack's cards in a peculiar palming gesture and said to the soldier in a nasty tone of voice, "See this?"
The soldier, just as credulous as his colleague on the other side of the hill, did not see it. But he said he did.
"Fine. Know what it means?"
"No, Captain."
"Call me Colonel, comrade," said Dugan sharply.
"No, polkovnik, I don't know what that means."
"Special Section. Special Branch of the Special Section," hissed Dugan.
"Yes, polkovnik."
"I'm going to put on a drill. Can you bring your motorcycle here?"