‘Nevertheless,’ Dragosani insisted, ‘when you are gone one of us will have to take the reins.’
‘I do not intend to go anywhere,’ said Borowitz. ‘Not for a very long time. By then … we shall see what we shall see.’ He fell silent, musing, chin in hands, watching the river’s slow swirl.
‘Why did Ustinov turn on you?’ the younger man finally asked. ‘Why not simply get rid of Gerkhov? Surely that were easier, less risky?’
‘There were two reason why he couldn’t just remove his rival,’ said Borowitz. ‘First, he had been suborned by an old enemy of mine – the man you “examined” – who I’d suspected for some time of plotting my removal. We actually hated each other, me and this old MVD torturer! It was unavoidable: he would kill me or I him. Because of this I had Vlady watch him, concentrate on him, read him. In his immediate future he read treachery and death. The treachery would be directed against me; the death would be mine or his. A pity Igor isn’t more specific. Anyway, I arranged for it to be his.
‘Second, killing Gerkhov – however skilfully, however carefully avoiding his own involvement in the actual “accidental” death – would not remove the problem at its root. It would be like cutting down a weed; in time it would only spring up again. Doubtless I would elevate someone else to the post, probably an ESPer, and what hope would there be for poor Ustinov then? That was his only real problem – ambition.
‘Anyway, I am a survivor, as you see. I used Vlady to foresee what that old pig of a Bolshevik arse-kicker had in store for me, and got him before he could get me, and I used you to read his dead guts and see who else was involved. Alas, it was Andrei Ustinov. I had thought perhaps Andropov and his KGB might be in on it, too. They like me about as much as I like them. But they were not involved. I’m glad about that, for they don’t give in very easily. But what a world of petty feuding and vendettas we live in, eh, Boris? Why, it’s only two years ago that Leonid Brezhnev himself was fired upon at the very Kremlin gates!’
Dragosani had been looking thoughtful. Tell me something,’ he finally said. ‘When it was all over – that night at the Chateau, I mean – was that why you asked me if it was possible for me to read Ustinov’s corpse? Or rather, the mess that was left of him? Because you thought he might have been got at by the newer KGB, as well as your retired old chum from the MVD?’
‘Something like that,’ Borowitz shrugged. ‘But it doesn’t matter now. No, for if they’d been involved at all it would have come out at the hearing; our friend Yuri Andropov would not have been so much at ease. I’d have been able to see it in him. As it was, he was just a bit pissed off that Leonid has seen fit to haul in his leash a bit.’
‘Which means he’ll really be after your blood now!’
‘No, I don’t think so. Not for four years, anyway. And if hen it is shown that I’m correct – that is, when Brezhnev realises Vlady’s predictions, and so has proof positive of the effectiveness of the branch – not then either! So … with a bit of luck, we’re free of that pack for good.’ * ‘Hmm! Well, let’s hope so. So, it would seem you’ve been very clever, General. But I knew that anyway. Now tell me, what other reasons did you have for calling me here today?’
‘Well, I’ve more to tell you – other things in the pot, you know? But we can do that over dinner. Natasha is serving fish fresh from the river. Trout. Strictly forbidden. They taste all the better for it!’ He got up, began to lead the way back up the river bank. ‘Also’ (over his shoulder) ‘to advise you that you should now sell that box on wheels and get yourself a decent car. A second-hand Volga, I should think. Nothing newer than mine, anyway. It goes with your promotion. You can try it out when you go on holiday.’