"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.
* * * * *
"Where do you think you are going? Oh, Comrade Premier. Comrade
Malenkov--I am sorry."
Dorlup nodded brusquely at the guard. They drove through the Kremlin
gates and up a ramp.
"Do you know your way around this place?" Dorlup demanded.
"No."
Tedor stopped the car. They climbed out, watched as a uniformed figure
darted out from a doorway, leaped into the auto, drove it away after
saluting them.