'Yes,' she said. 'But what does that-'
Benjamin looked up at them. He was almost afraid to say out loud what he was thinking.
'You said those geometric shapes were symbols,' he said, speaking very slowly. 'Symbols for places in and around Dubna. You said it was a kind of art popular in the sixties, but that it was also a map.'
He looked at Nikolai. 'This all happened in that period, correct? In the sixties?' Nikolai nodded. Benjamin took a deep breath.
'Then what if this isn't some odd circuit diagram that cannot be solved without a special key. What if it's simply… a map?'
Natalya and Nikolai exchanged looks of surprise.
Nikolai took the matchbox from Benjamin and looked once again at the drawing inside, walking a few paces away from them deep in thought.
'But why a map?' Natalya asked Benjamin. 'Why not just write what he wanted to tell my father?'
'Perhaps he was afraid it would be found, and wanted to put it in a way only your father would understand.'
Natalya shook her head, unconvinced. 'But he did not understand. And why a map? They were both engineers. A circuit diagram would be much more likely, a reference to something only they knew…'
'Perhaps it is something only they knew. Some place or-'
'Tchert!' Nikolai stopped his pacing. He turned to them. 'I am an idiot!'
He walked back, stood next to them.
'Here, look.' He held the matchbox where they could both see inside.
'If this circle, where the diagram begins, is Shipka building-our little joke-then this squiggle could be service tunnel from it to… and then this would have to be…'
He chewed at his mustache, thinking through possibilities.
After a moment he looked up at them-but with defeat rather than triumph in his eyes.
'Yes, I know where this could be,' he said solemnly. 'Now I understand. And makes perfect sense. It is where I would hide something.'
'And?' asked Benjamin.
'And it might as well be on the moon.'
CHAPTER 45
Natalya and Benjamin looked at Nikolai, stunned.
'But… why?' Natalya asked.
'Because is shakhta… how is in English… silo,' Nikolai said in frustration. 'Thirty-fourth missile silo. Damn headless-match silo!'
'Are you sure?' asked Benjamin.
Nikolai calmed down. 'I must look at map of base to be certain. But yes, for now, I think I am sure. This…' and he used one of the matches to indicate the final symbol in Leverotov's sketch, 'is where silo would be, from Shipka building.'
'But if we can't get there,' Benjamin asked, 'how did Leverotov reach it?'
'From inside, where he could turn off alarms. Maybe he thought I would figure it out while still rocketchiki, still have access,' he said. 'Guess I'm not as smart as he thought.'
'But that was almost forty years ago,' said Benjamin. 'And if there's no missile inside, even now…'
'Even if no sausage inside, on outside is still electric fence, mines, cameras… It is impossible to even get close to this silo from outside. Whatever is secret there will stay secret there.'
Nikolai turned aside, looking angry and dejected.
Bejamin and Natalya looked at each other, neither knowing what to say. To have come this far, gone through this much, risked everything… all to be stopped cold now…
'Nikolai,' Benjamin said, 'you said even he would have had to turn off the alarms, even when he was inside. Does that mean this fence and these mines and cameras on the outside can be turned off, too?'
'Yes,' Nikolai said, not turning around. 'But as I said, only from inside complex. And we would never get inside. There are too many checks, too much security…'
'But if we could turn off those things,' Benjamin continued, 'then it would be possible to access the silo from the outside?'
Nikolai nodded. 'Yes. What is here is, I think, tunnel next to silo, for equipment. There is hatch at top, can be opened from outside.'
Benjamin forced a smile and an optimistic tone. 'Then all we need is help from someone inside the complex. Someone to turn off those cameras and other things.'
Nikolai turned, looked at him, laughed. 'Is all we need?'
'Well…' Benjamin wouldn't give up, not now. 'Do you still know anyone stationed there?'
Nikolai thought a moment.
'Well… yes,' he said, nodding slowly. 'Vasily Kalinin. Lieutenant Colonel Vasily Kalinin. I knew him when he was just Lieutenant Kalinin, some years my junior. Now he is in charge of security. He was good man, we trust each other.' Nikolai looked up at Benjamin, frowned again. 'But what we would ask of him, he would not do.'
'But it is just an empty silo,' Natalya said. 'There is nothing there to protect.'
'Let me think,' Nikolai said. He walked away, then almost immediately turned around.
'Your President Reagan,' Nikolai said, 'used to say ' doverai no proverai, ' trust but verify. These days, little trust, much verify. Teams there all the time, from United States, from International Atomic Energy Commission…' Nikolai smiled again, but now with a trace of wickedness. 'Even from newspapers. Perhaps if you knew such people…'
Benjamin returned Nikolai's wicked smile.
'And you, Nikolai,' he said rather jauntily, 'just happen to be looking at two very rich French journalists.'
After a little more discussion, Nikolai agreed that, yes, there was a possibility, however slim, that they could reach the place designated on Leverotov's map. But he absolutely refused to allow Natalya to travel with them to Uzhur.
They argued for an hour, pacing back and forth in the church basement. Finally, they reached a compromise: Nikolai would fly on ahead to Krasnoyarsk, then take the train to Uzhur and make contact with Vasily. Natalya and Benjamin would take the train from Dubna, through Moscow and on across Russia to Uzhur-a trip that would require four days. That way, he insisted, he would have plenty of time to sniff out the situation with Vasily and determine whether there was any chance for their plan to succeed before they arrived-and before he put his daughter's life in danger.
Just in case something happened to him-he didn't specify the 'something,' but all of them understood what he meant-he gave them a letter for Vasily, a letter wherein he asked the Lieutenant Colonel to give them whatever help he could, in good conscience, offer.
'I wrote in note, nothing you ask makes risk for Russian Federation,' Nikolai said. 'He would not violate his duty. But,' and he winked, 'Vasily is also not hostile to vziatki… to bribes, if amount high and risk low.'
Nikolai also explained that, regardless of their credentials, none of them would be able to enter the 'military' Uzhur, and, since there were no hotels in the civilian town, he would contact one of his old friends there and ask him to put them up for a few days. He gave them the phone number of a Boris Silma, a man who had served with him and fallen in love with the wild territory and retired to Uzhur.
'Boris hunts, raises rabbits, smuggles vodka into China. He will welcome you. Especially if you bring dollars.'
Benjamin suggested purchasing cell phones for all of them so they could stay in touch. Natalya and Nikolai looked at each other, laughed.
