XXII
THERE WAS A MILITARY jet waiting at a private area of Sheremetyevo II airport. Dana was surprised to see that she and Sasha Shdanoff were the only passengers.
«Where are we going?» Dana asked.
Sasha Shdanoff gave her a mirthless smile. «To Siberia.»
Siberia. Dana felt a knot in her stomach. «Oh.»
The flight took four hours. Dana tried to make conversation, hoping to get an inkling of what she was facing, but Shdanoff sat in his seat, silent and grim-faced.
When the plane landed at a small airport in what seemed to Dana to be the middle of nowhere, a Lada 2110 sedan was waiting on the frozen tarmac for them. Dana looked around at the most desolate landscape she had ever seen.
«This place we're going to—is it far from here?»And will I be coming back?
«It is a short distance. We must be very careful.»
Careful of what?
There was a short, bumpy drive to what looked like a small train station. Half a dozen heavily bundled-up uniformed guards stood on the platform.
As Dana and Shdanoff approached them, the guards were ogling Dana's skimpy outfit. One of them pointed to Dana and smirked. «Ti vezuchi!»
«Kakaya krasivaya zhenshina!»
Shdanoff grinned and said something in Russian and all the guards laughed.
I don't want to know, Dana decided.
Shdanoff boarded the train and Dana followed, more confused than ever. Where could a train be going in the middle of a bleak, frozen tundra? The temperature in the train was freezing.
The engine started, and a few minutes later the train was entering a brightly lit tunnel cut into the heart of a mountain. Dana looked at the rock on both sides, inches away, and had the feeling she was in some weird, surrealistic dream.
She turned to Shdanoff. «Will you please tell me where we're going?»
The train jerked to a stop. «We are here.»
They debarked from the train and started toward an odd-shaped cement building one hundred yards away. In front of the building stood two forbidding-looking barbed-wire fences, patrolled by heavily armed soldiers. As Dana and Sasha Shdanoff approached the gates, the soldiers saluted.
Shdanoff whispered, «Put your arm in mine and kiss me and laugh.»
Jeff will never believe this, Dana thought. She put her arm in Shdanoff's, kissed him on the cheek, and forced a hollow laugh.
The gates swung open and the two of them went through, arm in arm. The soldiers watched enviously as Commissar Shdanoff walked in with his beautiful whore. To Dana's astonishment, the structure they entered was the top of an elevator station that went below the ground. They stepped into the cab of the elevator and the door banged closed.
As they started down, Dana asked, «Where are we going?»
«Beneath the mountain.» The elevator was picking up speed.
«How far beneath the mountain?» Dana asked nervously.
He said, «Six hundred feet.»
Dana looked at him incredulously. «We're going six hundred feet under a mountain. Why? What's down there?»
«You will see.»
In a few minutes, the elevator began to slow down. Finally, it stopped, and the door opened automatically.
Commissar Shdanoff said, «We are here, Miss Evans.»
But where is here?
They stepped out of the elevator and had walked no more than twenty feet when Dana stopped in shock. She found herself looking down the street of a modern city, with shops and restaurants and theaters. Men and women were walking along the sidewalks, and Dana suddenly realized that no one was wearing an overcoat. Dana began to feel warm. She turned to Shdanoff. «We're underneath a mountain?»
«That's right.»
«But—» She looked at the incredible sight spread out before her. «I don't understand. What is this place?»
«I told you. Krasnoyarsk-26.»
«Is this some kind of bomb shelter?»
«On the contrary,» Shdanoff said enigmatically.
Dana looked again at all the modern buildings around her. «Commissar, what is the point of this place?»
He gave Dana a long, hard look. «You would be better off not knowing what I am about to tell you.»
Dana felt a fresh sense of alarm.
«Do you know anything about plutonium?»
«Not very much, no.»
«Plutonium is the fuel of a nuclear warhead, the key ingredient in atomic weapons. Krasnoyarsk-26's sole purpose for existing is to make plutonium. One hundred thousand scientists and technicians live and work here, Miss Evans. In the beginning, they were given the finest food and clothes and housing. But they are all here with one restriction.»
«Yes?»
«They must agree never to leave.»
«You mean—»
«They cannot go outside. Ever. They must cut themselves off completely from the rest of the world.»
Dana looked at the people walking along the warm streets and thought to herself, This can't be real. «Where do they make the plutonium?»
«I will show you.» A tram was approaching. «Come.» Shdanoff boarded the tram, and Dana followed him. They rode down the busy main street, and at the end entered a maze of dimly lit tunnels.
Dana thought of the incredible work and all the years that must have gone into building this city. In a few minutes, the lights began to get brighter, and the tram stopped. They were at the entrance to an enormous, brightly lit laboratory.
«We get off here.»
Dana followed Shdanoff and looked around in awe. There were three giant reactors housed in the immense cave. Two of the reactors were silent, but the third one was in operation and surrounded by a busy cadre of technicians.
Shdanoff said, «The machines in this room can produce enough plutonium to make an atomic bomb every three days.» He indicated the one that was working. «That reactor is still producing half a ton of plutonium a year, enough to make a hundred bombs. The plutonium stockpiled in the next room is worth a czar's ransom.»
Dana asked, «Commissar, if they have all that plutonium, why are they still making more?»
Shdanoff said wryly, «It is what you Americans call a catch-twenty-two. They can't turn the reactor off because the plutonium furnishes the power for the city above. If they stop the reactor, there will be no light and no heat, and the people up there will quickly freeze to death.»
«That's awful,» Dana said. «If—»
«Wait. What I have to tell you gets worse. Because of the state of the Russian economy, there is no longer the money to pay the scientists and technicians who work here. They have not been paid in months. The beautiful homes they were given years ago are deteriorating, and there is no money to repair them. All the luxuries have disappeared. The people here are getting desperate. You see the paradox? The amount of plutonium stored here is worth untold billions of dollars, yet the people who created it have nothing and are starting to go hungry.»
