'I know who the other is,' Borowitz screamed. 'He's a traitor! To me, to the branch, to 
Russia. Cut him down!'
  The marksman gulped, aimed, fired. Tracers and bullets reached out, chewed up the earth 
at Ustinov's heels, caught up with him and blew him apart in blazing phosphorus and 
exploding steel.
  It was the first time the man in the tower had killed.
  Now he put down his gun, leaned shakily against the balcony wall and called down, 'It's 
done, sir.' In the lull, his voice seemed very small.
  'Very well,' Borowitz shouted back. 'Now stay where you are for the moment and keep 
your eyes open.' He groaned and clutched at his shoulder again where blood seeped through 
the material of his overcoat.
  One of the security men said, 'Sir, you're hurt.'
  'Of course I'm hurt, fool! It can wait a little while. But for now I want everyone 
called in. I want to speak to them. And for the moment none of this is to be reported 
outside these walls. How many bloody KGB men do we have here?'
  'Two, sir,' the same security man told him. 'One in there -'
  'He's dead,' growled Borowitz, uncaring.
  'Then only one, sir. Out there, in the woods. The rest of us are branch operatives.'
  'Good! But... does the one in the woods have a radio?'
  'No, sir.'
  'Even better. Very well, bring him in and lock him up for now-on my authority.'
  'Right, sir.'
  'And don't let anyone worry,' Borowitz continued. 'All of this is on my shoulders-which 
are very broad, as you well know. I'm not trying to hide anything, but I want to break it 
in my own time. This could be our chance to get the KGB off our backs once and for all. 
Right, let's see some action around here! You-' he turned to the helicopter pilot. 'Get 
yourself airborne. I need a doctor-the branch doctor. Bring him in at once.'
  'Yes, Comrade General. At once.' The pilot ran for his machine, the security men for 
their car where it was parked outside the courtyard. Borowitz watched them go, leaned on 
Dragosani's arm and said:
  'Boris, are you good for anything else?'
  'I'm still in one piece, if that's what you mean,' the other answered. 'I just had time 
to shelter in the anteroom before the grenade exploded.'
  Borowitz grinned wolfishly despite the terrible burning in his shoulder. 'Good!' he 
said. Then get back in there and see if you can find a fire extinguisher. Anything still 
burning, stop it. After that you can join me in the lecture room.' He shook off the naked 
man's arm, swayed for a moment then stood rock steady. 'Well, what are you waiting for?'
  As Dragosani ducked back through the ruined door into the corridor, where the smoke had 
almost completely disappeared now, Borowitz called after him: 'And Comrade, find yourself 
some clothes to wear, or a blanket at least. Your work is over for tonight. It hardly 
seems right that Boris Dragosani, Necromancer to the Kremlin-one day, anyway-should be 
running about in his birthday-suit, now does it?'
  A week later at a special hearing held in camera, Gregor Borowitz defended the action 
he had taken at the converted Chateau Bronnitsy on the night in question. The hearing was 
to serve a double purpose. One: Borowitz must be seen to have been called to order over 
'a serious malfunction of the "experimental branch" under his control'. Two: he must now 
be allowed the opportunity to present his case for complete independence from the rest of 
the USSR's secret services, particularly the KGB. In short, he would use the hearing as a 
platform in his bid for complete autonomy.
  The five-strong panel of judges-more properly questioners, or investigators-was 
composed of Georg Krisich of the Party Central Committee, Oliver Bellekhoyza and Karl 
Djannov, junior cabinet ministers, Yuri Andropov, head of the Komissia Gosudarstvennoy 
Bezopasnosti, the KGB, and one other who was not only 'an independent observer' but in 
fact Leonid Brezhnev's personal representative. Since the Party Leader would in any case 
have the last say, his 'nameless' but all-important cipher was the man Borowitz must most 
impress. He was also, by-virtue of his 'anonymity', the one who had least to say...
  The hearing had taken place in a large room on the second floor of a building on 
Kurtsuzov Prospekt, which made it easy for Andropov and Brezhnev's man to be there since 
they both had offices in that block. No one had been especially difficult. There is an 
accepted element of risk in all experimental projects; though, as Andropov quietly 
pointed out, one would hope that as well as being 'accepted', the risk might also on 
occasion be 'anticipated', at which Borowitz had smiled and nodded his head in deference 
while promising himself that one day the bastard would pay for that cold, sneering 
insinuation of inefficiency, not to mention his smug and entirely inappropriate air of 
sly superiority.
  During the hearing it had come out (exactly as Borowitz had reported it) how one of his 
junior executives, Andrei Ustinov, had broken down under the stresses and strains of his 
work and gone berserk. He had killed KGB Operative Hadj Gartezkov, had tried to destroy 
the Chateau with explosives, had even wounded Borowitz himself before being stopped. 
Unfortunately, in the process of 'stopping' him, two others had also lost their lives and 
a third man had been injured, though mercifully none of these had been citizens of any 
great importance. The state would do what it could for their families.
  After the 'malfunction' and until all the facts in the case could be properly 
substantiated, it had been unfortunately necessary to detain a second member of 
Andropov's KGB at the Chateau. This had been unavoidable; with the single exception of a 
helicopter pilot flying his machine, Borowitz had allowed no one to leave until all was 
sorted out. Even the pilot would have been kept back had the presence of a doctor not 
been urgently required. As for the agent's detention in a cell: that had been for his own 
safety. Until it could be shown that the KGB itself was not Ustinov's main target-indeed, 
until it was discovered that no 'target' as such existed, but that a man had quite simply 
gone mad and committed mayhem-Borowitz had considered it his duty to keep the agent safe. 
After all, one dead KGB man was surely one too many; a sentiment Andropov must feel 
obliged to endorse.
  In short, the entire hearing was little more than a reiteration of Borowitz's original 
explanation and report. No mention at all was made of the disinterment, subsequent 
evisceration and necromantic examination of a certain senior ex-MVD official. If Andropov 
had known of that then there really would have been a problem, but he did not know. Nor 
would matters have been improved by the fact that only eight days ago he himself had lain 
a wreath on that poor unfortunate's fresh-made grave-or the fact that at this very moment 
the body lay in a second, unmarked grave somewhere in the grounds of the Chateau 
Bronnitsy...
  As for the rest of it: Minister Djannov had made some indelicate inquiry or other in 
respect of the work or the purpose of Borowitz's branch; Borowitz had looked astonished 
if not outraged; Brezhnev's representative had coughed, stepped in and side-tracked the 
question. What is the use, after all, of a secret branch or organisation once it has been 
made to divulge its secrets? In fact, Leonid Brezhnev had already vetoed any such direct 
enquiries in respect of ESP Branch and its activities; Borowitz had been a sinewy old 
war-horse and Party man all his life, not to mention a staunch and powerful supporter of 
the Party Leader.
  Throughout, it had been fairly obvious that Andropov was disgruntled. He would dearly