for that bastard,â said Whinger bitterly, surprising me with the anger in his voice. âIf anyone sent the Russian government a bill demanding compensation for all the misery he and his bloody ideas have caused, this countryâd be bankrupt for the next thousand years.â
âThatâs why theyâre not paying the Regiment anything for our job here,â I said. âAll the funds are coming from the States or the UK.â
Ahead of us in the distance rose the multi-coloured onion domes of St Basilâs Cathedral, some striped horizontally, some vertically, some segmented like the skins of pineapples. Even I, ignorant as I am about church architecture, sensed that there was something wild and barbaric in those amazing shapes and colours.
âWhat about that German kid who landed a light plane here?â said Whinger. âSome feat, that. I bet it made them cut about a bit. The Russkies must have been fairly shitting themselves when they found out how easily heâd got through their defences without the aircraft even being called.â
âRust, his name was,â I said. âMathias Rust. He landed up the slope.â I pointed ahead. âThat means he must have come in from that direction, towards us. Didnât the cheeky bugger get a job at some travel agency in Moscow, once heâd come out of gaol? I think so. It just shows how times change.â
Soon we were walking down the gentle hill past St Basilâs. At the bottom we found a bridge over the river, and decided to cross to the other side, so weâd be able to look back across the water and get a view of the Kremlin. We cleared the steps on the far bank, and had just started walking, the river on our right, when Rick said quietly, âWeâve got a tail.â
âSure?â I asked.
âPretty much. Heâs been with us at least since the bottom of the square.â
âKeep walking, then. When we get to that bench, weâll sit down and see what he does.â
On the embankment a hundred yards in front, a metal bench faced out over the water. When we reached it, I sat on one end, took off a shoe and proceeded to shake out imaginary bits of grit.
Up on Red Square there had been plenty of people wandering about. Down here by the river the wide road was deserted, and our follower stood out like a spare prick.
âHeâs stopped,â Rick announced. âHeâs leaning over the wall.â
âLetâs tip the bastard in,â said Whinger.
âIt could be someone Sashaâs laid on to keep an eye on us,â Rick suggested.
âHardly,â I said. âI donât think heâd do that. More likely a common-or-garden mugger. He could have mates waiting up ahead, though. He may be trying to push us towards them. Weâd better sort him.â
Whinger agreed â so we strolled forward, slower than before, then suddenly turned and began walking fast towards our pursuer. Heâd started after us again, and it seemed to take him a moment to realise what was happening. Then he also turned round and began to scuttle off. By now we were running, and we were on to him in a flash.
Whinger and I each went for an arm and grabbed him, bringing him to a rapid halt. We couldnât see him too clearly in the lamplight, but he looked a swarthy lad of twenty-odd, with a bit of a ragged beard, wearing a check shirt and a thin jacket of some dark material. He was angry, but also scared.
âWhat the hell dâyou think youâre doing?â I snapped.
He let fly a stream of Russian, of which I understood not a word. Rick said something in Russian, and he spat out an answer. Then he started to struggle, and for a moment I was afraid he was going to scream to attract attention. I got my handkerchief scrumpled in a ball, to stuff in his mouth if he opened it any wider, but already Rick was frisking him, and in seconds came up with a nasty, slim-bladed knife which
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