"I don't understand."
"You can write solidios, Dorlup; you'd better be able to act as well. You're going to be Malenkov."
Tedor sat down himself, placed the Intelligence Agent's ID picture into the duplicator. "I'll be your personal bodyguard," he said—and he was, moments later.
"They've got a friend of mine somewhere," said Tedor. "If Chenkov takes orders from Malenkov, we're going to find out where. We're also going to find out what Ruscar has up his sleeve, provided you're right about him."
"I'm right."
"We'll see. But if you were lying, Dorlup—if you were, I'll kill you myself."
Dorlup blanched. "We don't have to worry about that."
"All right. According to his ID card, this man was Fyodor Archevski. I'm Fyodor Archevski, your guard."
And then they were speeding in Laniq's auto back to Moscow—and the Kremlin.