Still, it didn’t add up. A piece was missing, and I didn’t know what it was.
I said, “You knew he was a traitor. For twelve years you knew. Why didn’t you stop him?”
He stared at me with pure hatred. “Because it was useful, you idiot.”
I was thoroughly baffled. “Useful? I… I don’t get it.”
“Of course you don’t. What was Alexi reporting to your people?”
“About some cabal he thought was undermining Russia and causing wars and revolutions.”
“A cabal?” Viktor asked.
“He said it helped undermine the Communists and get Yeltsin into the presidency. It helped him get reelected. It sparked the wars in Chechnya and Georgia and Azerbaijan.”
He was chuckling long before I was done. “And you believed this garbage?”
“Uh, well…” I stammered.
“Of course you didn’t,” he snapped. “Surely your people had that figured out. Poor Alexi… so brilliant and attractive and, well, troubled in his head. Yes?”
I nodded.
Then he really chuckled. “For twelve years Alexi told your people these wild stories and the more he elaborated, the more crazy he sounded.”
“But you believed him, too, didn’t you? You helped Alexi search for this cabal. You infiltrated Yeltsin’s organization, you dispatched Alexi to find them. You gave him resources and you were involved.”
A look of amazement crossed his face. “Alexi told you this?”
“Yes.”
The surprise gave way to curiosity. “Did he say he ever found these people?”
“No. But you know that… he was reporting back to you. You were involved in every step of the search.”
“Oh really?”
“Alexi told me-you directed him to find these people. He reported everything to you.”
“Ah, yes, that’s true,” he said, slapping his side, like what a stitch that was. “Alexi thought he came so close, so many times. Then, mysteriously, the evidence would disappear.”
I was shaking my head, now completely confused. “What are you talking about?”
“He was always the good son, and he wanted his adopted father to see what he’d done. He so wanted me to be proud of him that he rushed in to tell me every time he got close. Unfortunately, he was about to destroy the most important work of my life. I had to prevent that, of course. So I sabotaged his operation.”
“You mean, you-”
“Of course, you idiot. This cabal, as you call it, these are my people.”
“But-”
“But nothing,” he sneered, obviously knowing what I was about to say. “Let me ask you something.”
I nodded.
“Do you know I put Kim Il Sung in power? I went into North Korea with him when the Great War ended. I disposed of his enemies and gave him the weapons to build a liberation army. I even persuaded Mao to send the Chinese army in to save him when your army chased him out of the South. Do you know I was the man who recruited Fidel Castro? I met him in Mexico when he was just an angry young punk with a big ego. I gave him the guns and told him how to run Batista off that island. Ho Chi Minh was another of my creations. I had his rivals assassinated and helped him rise to the top of the nationalist movement. I helped him run the French out, and orchestrated every inch of our support for his war against your army.”
He paused to let me absorb all that. I had picked up bits of it in the intelligence files, but it wasn’t the same as listening to him brag about everything he’d done. It isn’t often you hear from a man who’s changed the course of world history. It was chilling.
“And there were other leaders, other nations. The Congo, Ethiopia, Eastern Europe. I was the man who knew how to orchestrate revolutions and wars, to make sure the right man rose to the top. I was the kingmaker. That was Stalin’s nickname for me. Khrushchev’s also. Brezhnev thought I walked on water. Andropov, too.”
“You must’ve been busy as hell,” I said, wondering where this was going.
He gave me a sardonic look. “I woke up one day and realized something quite shocking, Drummond. I was working for idiots. I was the man building their empire, while they were destroying my homeland. They were stupid, venal men, all of them. Stalin nearly buried Russia. He made that idiotic bargain with Hitler and nearly got us all killed. Then Khrushchev, who was so clumsy in his dealings with your Kennedy, he nearly got us blown into a nuclear dustpile. And Brezhnev was nothing but a common thief. He wasn’t even a smart thief. We were lurching from bad to worse. Do you know what it feels like to serve a system that produces such garbage for leaders?”
“No,” I admitted, and I meant it, too.
He seemed to consider my answer, as though it were the naive babbling of a child. He sighed. “I was helping them destroy Russia. You Americans, you had the right idea. You ran your empire like an elite country club. You took only the rich and talented… Japan, Western Europe, Taiwan, Canada. We… well, we were taking in useless leeches. Eastern Europe, Vietnam, North Korea, Cuba, Yemen, Ethiopia-what do all those places have in common? They are all impoverished messes. They were needy orphans that drained our wealth and energy. We got nothing from them. Nothing. And our own people were becoming poorer and poorer. This is not how these things are supposed to work, is it?”
I shrugged. Having never been in the empire-building business, what the hell did I know?
“It had to end,” he said, moving across the floor and waving his hands. “But how? Who had the skills to end it? I did, I suddenly realized. Poor Gorbachev, he never understood what was happening. Everything started going wrong. The Poles began striking under that mustachioed idiot Lech Walesa, and for some odd reason our intelligence services couldn’t seem to stop them. Very strange, eh? All of our power, and we couldn’t stamp out this rebellious movement. Then our great Red Army couldn’t seem to win in Afghanistan. Think about that, Drummond. Do you really believe that the Russian army was that incompetent against a bunch of fourth-world tribesmen? Or that we couldn’t have smashed Walesa and his people?” He chuckled. “We looked incompetent only because some very patriotic generals and officials deliberately made it seem that way. The whole point was to begin the fraying of the empire, to lose the war, to give Russia its own Vietnam. Then came the problems in Georgia, then Chechnya, then this man Yeltsin comes out of nowhere and threatens Gorbachev’s grip.”
“You were behind all that?” I asked, staggered by the scale of his plot, which was obviously more fantastic than Alexi had imagined.
“Of course. Oh, there were others, certainly… Many others, actually. Patriots who knew we had to sweep away the old system, to destroy the old order so we could rebuild.”
“But Alexi? Why didn’t you tell him? He was like your son, right?”
He stared down at the floor a moment, almost as though he was embarrassed by this admission. He said, “How could he have embraced what we had to do? He hadn’t seen how the Marxist idiots misruled, hadn’t experienced the cruel bite of their incompetence. He was too naive to understand at that time. Oh, I would’ve told him eventually.” He paused and seemed to wonder if he’d made the right choice. Then his indecision evaporated. “But Alexi served a vital purpose.”
“And what was that?”
“When he first came to me with his suspicions, I realized something. Everything was so vulnerable in the beginning. It could’ve been stopped so easily by forces inside Russia or by the West. We were so fragile in the beginning, secrecy was our only protection.”
“So?”
“You still don’t see it, Drummond?” he snapped, angered that I couldn’t jump to what he considered obvious conclusions. Like a lot of ridiculously smart people, those of us with average intelligence taxed his patience. “Alexi was the first outsider to detect it. With his extraordinary intellect, he was the only one who noticed that history was not flowing on a logical path. I was quite proud of him, actually. So I decided to use Alexi as a watchdog. He would keep me and my people on our toes. It was perfectly safe, of course, because he kept me informed of everything. But if Alexi couldn’t find us… well… then nobody could.”
I was suddenly awed by the sheer deceitfulness of this man. To him the whole world was a chessboard to be ordered as he wanted. Even Alexi was just one more pawn to be shuffled from square to square.
“That’s cold,” I said, unable to help myself.
“Cold?” he asked, shaking his head. “No, Drummond. I gave Alexi a historic role. He who serves in ignorance
