Kazin nodded, coming to the most important person in a deception that had taken years to evolve. ‘And Levin is ready?’ he demanded.

‘We’ve simulated every imaginable possibility,’ assured Belov. ‘He’s never failed.’ Yevgennie Pavlovich Levin was going to be a Hero of the Soviet Union but never acknowledged as such, Belov thought. He supposed the award could be given in absentia.

‘The CIA will be thrown into turmoil,’ said Kazin distantly. ‘Absolute and utter turmoil.’ And I will be protected and saved from whatever changes are being considered, he thought.

‘Turmoil is not the intended purpose of the operation at all,’ said Belov in further reminder.

Belatedly Kazin realized the other man’s need. ‘It has been brilliantly conceived,’ he said in delayed praise. ‘Absolutely brilliant.’

‘Thank you, Comrade First Deputy,’ said Belov. Who else would ever learn it was his idea, he wondered. The answer was quick in coming.

Kazin gazed directly across the desk and said: ‘I intend taking full control of this operation.’

The whore’s ass was going to steal the credit! Belov, who was adept at remaining dry-footed in the political swamp of Moscow, betrayed no facial reaction. He said: ‘I understand.’

‘You will be acknowledged the architect,’ promised Kazin.

Liar, thought Belov. He said: ‘You are very generous, Comrade First Deputy.’

Kazin realized allies were going to be important in the coming months. He said: ‘You have my personal assurance on that.’

There was a legend, Belov remembered, that Stalin had been fond of assuring his victims of personal support just before sending them before the firing squads in Lubyanka. He said: ‘Shall I issue the orders?’

‘No!’ refused Kazin, almost too quickly. More slowly he added: ‘I will decide the timing.’

Whore’s ass, thought Belov again.

Alone once more in his office, Kazin stared unseeingly down at his desk, continuing in his determined order.