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abroad, Out about me dangers close at hand. Kellner would be receptive to learning more about the way Soyuz was spreading like a virus through the Russian nomenklatura, certainly. But how would he react to news about leaks from the White House and the NSC office? There'd been no critical breaches of security yet, thank God. But what would Kellner say if Fisk revealed his suspicions about the source of these leaks? Vincent Kellner was a proud, even arrogant, man. He would be dangerous should he become an enemy. He would demand undeniable proof, and Fisk didn't have it, not yet. He returned to the facts he did have.
"When I was a boy in Bed-Stuy, I used to wonder what happened to all those Nazis who were supposed to have fought us so hard in the old war. Well, now I know, Vincent. They are reborn in Russia, with the Orthodox cross in one hand and The Protocols of Zion in the other." Fisk got up and began to pace the room. "The Kremlin and the ministries are stiff with them. So, God help poor old Aleksandr Cherny, who ought to be back in St. Petersburg teaching medieval European history. Because I wonder if he can cope when push comes to shove.
"This latest spasm of political restructuring has failed, Vincent, just as it has three times before," Fisk said passionately.
The cold look in Kellner's pale eyes silenced Fisk.
"You've been dancing on Marshall's turf, Charlie. It has to stop," Kellner said.
"Haven't you been listening to what I've been saying?" Fisk asked in dismay. "I'm telling you there's a disaster looming, and you're worrying about turf?"
"I have been listening."
Fisk threw up his hands. "Am I being the uppity house nigger? You know me as well as anyone in this town, Vincent. If CI isn't doing its job, for whatever reason, then someone else had damned well better do it. Didn't you just remind Galitzin that Russia and its neighbors are stiff with nukes? Nukes that can reach New York and Washington, Paris, Lon-

 
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