The chief looked at him sharply and said, "Call me by the surname Wu."
"Comrade Wu, do we eat when we get to the village?"
"I eat," said Wu. "What you do, depends."
"I am getting hungry, comrade."
"If you had stayed with the Red Army, you would never have gotten hungry. When the whole world is glorious and rich like the Soviet Union, nobody will be hungry any more. You should have thought of that before you got left behind. How do I know that you're not a spy? You look like a Japanese to me."
Dugan-Andreanov was amused by the memory of Dugan-Hayashi, but he answered promptly, "All Japanese are running-dog turtles!"
The chief snorted a reluctant laugh. "You speak Chinese well."
"Poorly, comrade, poorly. But I have been behind the Fascist lines for more than two years and have had to stay hidden out with the common people. I was afraid that the Americans or the Kuomintang agents would notice me."
"At what place did you stay?"
Andreanov had a Mukden address ready, picked out of G-2 files in Tokyo. The neighborhood had been swept by several disastrous fires and was subjected to the no less fearsome Chinese labor draft. Its inhabitants were both poor and unsettled.