Revolution-Mack Reynolds

0:00Section 1 of Revolution. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org, recording by Paul Harvey. Revolution by Mac Reynolds, Section 1. Before you wish for something, or send agents to get it for you. Make very, very sure you really want it. You might get it, you know. Preface. For some 40 years, critics of the USSR have been desiring, predicting, not to mention praying for its collapse. For 20 of these years, the author of this story has vaguely wondered what would replace the collapsed Soviet system. A return to Tsarism? No, come now. Capitalism, as we know it today, in the advanced Western countries, it would seem difficult after almost half a century of state ownership

1:01and control of the means of production, distribution, communications, education, science. Then what? The question became increasingly interesting, following recent visits, not only to Moscow and Leningrad, but also to various other capital cities of the Soviet complex. A controversial subject, indeed it is. You can't get much more controversial than this in the world today, but this is science fiction, and here we go. Paul Kozlov, knotted briefly once or twice as he made his way through the forest of desks. Behind him he caught snatches of tittering voices in whisper. That's him, the chiefs hatchet man. Know what they call him in Central America? A pistola. That means about Iraq, and at time in Egypt, did you notice his eyes? How would you like to date him? That's him. I was at a cocktail party once when he was there. Shevery, cold-blooded.

2:04Paul Kozlov grinned inwardly. He hadn't asked for the reputation, but it isn't everyone who's a legend before 35. What was it news we could call them? The T.E. Lawrence of the Cold War. The trouble was it wasn't something you could turn off. It had its shortcomings when you found time for some personal life. He reached the chief's office, wrapped with a knuckle and pushed his way through. The chief and a male secretary, who was taking dictation looked up. The secretary frowned, evidently taken aback by the Cavalier entrance, but the chief said, hello, Paul, come on in. Didn't expect you quite so soon. Into the secretary. Dickens, that's all. When Dickens was gone, the chiefs scowl that is troubleshooter. Paul, you're bad for discipline around here. Can't you even knock before you enter? How is Nicaragua? Paul Kozlov slumped into a leather easy chair and scowled. I did knock.

3:06Most of it's in my report. Nicaragua's tranquil. It'll stay tranquil for a while too. There isn't so much as a parlor pink and Lopez. Paul said slowly. Last time I saw Raul was in a swamp near Lake Managua the very last time. The chief said hurriedly, don't give me the details. I leave details up to you. I know. Paul said flatly. His superior drew a pound can of Sir Walter Raleigh across the desk. Selected a briar from a pipe rack, and Raleigh was packing in tobacco, said, Paul, do you know what day it is and what year it's today in 1965? The bureau chief looked at his desk calendar. Today the seven year plan is completed. Paul snorted. The chief said mildly, successfully, for all practical purposes, the USSR has surpassed us in gross national product.

4:11That's not the way I understand it. Then you make the mistake of believing our propaganda. That's always a mistake, believing your own propaganda. Worst than believing the other man's. Our steel capacity is a third again as much as theirs. Yes, then, currently, what with our readjustment? Remember, when they used to call them recessions or even earlier, depressions. Our steel industry is operating at less than 60% of capacity. The Soviets always operate at 100% of capacity. They don't have to worry about whether or not they can sell it. If they produce more steel than they immediately need, they use it to build another steel mill. The chief shook his head. As long ago as 1958, they began passing us product by product, grain, butter, and timber production, jet aircraft, space flight, and coal. Paul leaned forward impatiently. We put out more than three

5:12times as many cars, refrigerators, kitchen stoves, washing machines. His superior said, that's the point. While we were putting the product of our steel mills into automobiles and automatic kitchen equipment, they did without these things and put their steel into more steel mills, more railroads, more factories. We leaned back and took it easy, sneered at their progress, talked a lot about our freedom and liberty to our allies, and the neutrals and enjoyed our refrigerators and washing machines until they finally passed us. You sound like a task broadcast from Moscow. I've been trying to, the chief said, however, that's still roughly the situation. The fact that you and I personally, in a couple of hundred million Americans, prefer our cars and such to more steel mills, and prefer our personal freedoms and liberties is beside the point. We should have done less laughing seven years ago and more thinking about today.

6:14As things stand, give them a few more years at this pace, and every neutral nation in the world is going to fall into their laps. That's putting it strong, isn't it? Strong, the chief girl disgustedly. That's putting it mildly. Even some of our allies are beginning to waver. Eight years ago, Indian China both set out to industrialize themselves. Today, China is the third industrial power of the world. Where's India? About 20th. Ten years from now, China will probably be first. I don't even allow myself to think where she'll be 25 years from now. The Indians were a bunch of idealistic screwballs. Yeah, that's one of the favorite allies, isn't it? Actually, we, the West, let them down. They couldn't get underway. The Soviets backed China with everything they could toss in. Paul crosses legs and lean back. It seems to me I've run into this discussion

7:14a few hundred times, the cocktail parties. The chief pulled out a drawer and brought forth a king-sized box of kitchen matches. He struck one with a thumbnail and peered through tobacco smoke at Paul Kasselov as he lit up. The point is that the system the Ruskies use when they started their first five-year plan back in 1928, and the system used in China works. If we, with our traditions of freedom and liberty, like it or not, it works. Every citizen of the country is thrown into the grinding mill to increase production. Everybody, the chief grinds hourly, that is except the party elite, who are running the whole thing. Everybody sacrifices for the sake of the progress of the whole country. I know, Paul said, give me enough time and I'll find out what this lecture is all about. The chief grunted at him. The commies are still in power.

8:15If they remain in power and continue to develop the way they're going, we'll be through, completely through, in another few years. We'll be so far behind, we'll be the world's laughing stock, and everybody else will be on the Soviet bandwagon. He seemed to switch subjects. Ever here of Somerset Magam? Sure, I've read several of his novels. I was thinking of Magam, the British agent rather than Magam, the novelist, but it's the same man, British agent. He was sent to Petrograd in 1917 to prevent the Bolshevik revolution. The Germans had sent Lenin and Zinneviv up from Switzerland, where they'd been in exile, by a sealed train in hopes of starting a revolution in Zara's Russia. The point I'm leading to is that in one of his books, the summing up, I believe Magam mentions in passing that had he got to Petrograd

9:17possibly six weeks earlier, he thinks he could have done his job successfully. Balleted and blankly, what could he have done? The chief shrugged. It was all out war. The British wanted to keep Russia in the allied ranks, so as to divert as many German troops as possible from the Western Front. The Germans wanted to eliminate the Russians. Magam had carte blanche. Anything would have gone. Elements of the British fleet to fight the Bolsheviks, unlimited amounts of money for anything he saw fit from bribery to piring assassins. What would have happened, for instance, if he could have had Lenin and Trotsky killed? Paul said suddenly, what has this all got to do with me? We're giving you the job this time. Magam's job? Paul didn't get it. No, the other one. I don't know who the German was, who engineered sending Lenin up to Petrograd, but that's the equivalent of your job. He seemed to go off on another bent.

10:22Did you read Jillas, the new class, about a decade ago? Most of it, as I recall, one of Tito's top men who turned against the commies and did quite a job of exposing the so-called classless society? That's right. I've always been surprised that so few people bothered to wonder how Jillas was able to smuggle his book out of one of Tito's strongest prisons and get it to publishers in the West. I never thought of it, Paul agreed. How could he? Because the chief said, knocking the ash from his pipe and replacing it in the rack? There wasn't is a very strong underground in all the communist countries. Not only Hugo Slavia, but the Soviet Union as well. Paul stirred impatiently, once again, what's all this got to do with me? They're the ones you're going to work with. The anti-Soviet underground. You've got unlimited

11:23leeway, unlimited support to the extent we can get it to you, unlimited funds for whatever you find you need them for. Your job is to help the underground start a new Russian revolution. And a section one, recording by Paul Harvey. Section two of a revolution by Mac Reynolds. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Paul Harvey. Paul Kostlov, his face still bandaged following plastic surgery, spent a couple of hours in the Rubegoldberg department inspecting the latest gadgets of his trade. Derek Steven said, the chief sent down a memo to introduce you to this new item. We call it a tracy. Paul frowned at the wristwatch, fingered it a moment, held it to his ear, hit ticked, and the second hand moved. Tracy, he said. Steven said, after Dick Tracy, remember

12:28few years ago, his wrist to a radio? But this is really a watch, Paul said. Sure, keeps fairly good time, too. However, that's camouflage. It's also a two-way radio, tight beam from wherever you are to the chief. Paul purses lips. The transistor boys are really doing it up brown. He handed the watch back to Derek Stevens. Show me how it works, Derek. They spent 15 minutes on the communications device. Then Derek Steven said, here's another item the chief thought you might want to see. It was a compact, short-muzzled handgun. Paul handled it with the ease of long practice. The group's clumsy, what sits advantage? I don't particularly like an automatic. Derek Stevens motioned with his head. Come into the firing range, Coslafan, we'll give you a demonstration. Paul shot him a glance from the side of his eyes, then nodded. Lead on. In the range, Stevens had a man-sized silhouette put up. He stood to one

13:31side and said, okay, let her go. Paul stood easily, left hand in pants pocket, brought the gun up and tightened on the trigger. He frowned and pressed again. He scalded Derek Stevens. It's not loaded. Stevens grunted amusement. Look at the target. First time you got it right over the heart. I'll be, Paul began. He looked down at the weapon in surprise. Noiseless and recoil-less. What caliber is it, Derek, and what's a muzzle velocity? We call it the 38 Noiseless, Steven said. It has the punch of that 44 Magnum you're presently carrying. With the fluid motion, Paul Coslaf produced the 44 Magnum from the holster, under his left shoulder, and tossed it to one side. That's the last time I told that cannon, he said. He balanced the new gun in his hand and admiration. I have the front sight taken off for me, Derek, and the four part of the trigger guard,

14:32I need a quick draw gun. He added, absently, how did you know I carried a 44? Steven said, you're rather famous, Coslaf. The colonel Lawrence of the Cold War. The journalists are kept from getting very much about you, but what they do learn they spread around. Paul Coslaf said flatly, why don't you like me, Stevens? In this game, I don't appreciate people on our team, but don't like me, it's dangerous. Derek Stevens flushed. I didn't say I didn't like you. You didn't have to. It's nothing personal, Steven said. Paul Coslaf looked at him. Steven said, I don't approve of Americans committing political assassinations. Paul Coslaf grinned wolfishly and without humor. You'll have a hard time proving that that even our cloaked and dagger department has ever authorized assassination, Stevens. By the way, I'm not an American. Derek Stevens was not the type of band whose jaw dropped, but he blinked.

15:35Then what are you? A Russian, Paul snapped. And look, Stevens, we're busy now. But when you've got some time to do a little thinking, consider the ethics of warfare. Stevens was flushed again at the tone. Ethics of warfare? There aren't any, Paul Coslaf snapped. There hasn't been chivalry and war for a long time, and there probably never will be again. Neither side can afford it. And I'm talking about cold war, as well as hot, he sculled at the other. Or did you labor under the illusion that only the commies had tough operators on their side? Paul Coslaf crossed the Atlantic and a supersonic TU-180 operated by Europa Airways. That in itself galled him. It was bad enough that the commies had stolen a march on the west with the first jetliner to go into mass production, the TU-104, back in 1957. By the time the United States brought out its first

16:37really practical transit-lantic jets in 1959, the Russians had come up with the TU-114, which its designer, Old Andrej Tupelof, named the largest, most efficient and economical aircraft In civil-aircraft, they had got ahead and stayed ahead. Subsidized beyond anything the west could, or at least would manage, the airlines of the world couldn't afford to operate the slower, smaller, more expensive western models. One by one, first the neutrals such as India, and then even members of the western block began equipping their airlines with Russian craft. Paul grunted his disgust at the memory of the strong measures that had been taken by the government to prevent even some of the American lines from buying Soviet craft at the unbelievably low prices they offered them. In London he presented a card on which he had added a numbered

17:39code in pencil, handed it over a desk to the British intelligence major. I believe I'm expected, Paul said. The major looked at him, then down at the card. Just a moment, Mr. Smith, I'll see if his lordship is available. Won't you take a chair? He left the room. Paul Costlove strolled over the window and looked out on the moving lines of pedestrians below. It first been in London some thirty years ago, so far as he could remember, there were no noticeable changes with the exception of automobile design. He wondered vaguely how long it took to make a noticeable change in the London street scene. The major re-entered the room with a new expression of respect on his face. His lordship will see you immediately, Mr. Smith. Thanks, Paul said he entered the inner office. Lord Carroll was attired in civilian clothes, which somehow failed to disguise a military quality in his appearance. Indicated to chair, next to his desk. We've been instructed to

18:46give you every assistance, Mr. Smith. Frankly, I can't imagine of just what this could consist. Paul said, as he adjusted himself in the chair, I'm going into the Soviet Union on an important assignment. I'll need this large a team at my disposal as a weakened manage. You have agents in Russia, of course. He lived in Zebraus. His lordship cleared his throat and his voice went even stiffer. All major military nations have a certain number of espionage operatives in each other's countries. No matter how peaceful the times, this is standard procedure. And these are hardly peaceful times, Paul said, dryly. I want a complete list of your Soviet-based agents and the necessary information on how to contact them. Lord Carroll stared at him, finally sputtered. Man, why? You're not even a British national. This is Paul held up a hand. We are cooperating with the

19:48Russian underground. Cooperating isn't quite strong enough a word. We're going to push them into activity if we can. The British intelligence had looked down at the card before him. Mr. Smith, he read. He looked up. John Smith, I assume. Paul said still dryly. Is there any other? Lord Carroll said, see here you're really Paul Kassla, aren't you? Paul looked at him, said nothing. Lord Carroll said impatiently, what you ask is impossible. Our operatives all have their own assignments, their own work. Why do you need them? This is the biggest job ever, overthrowing the Soviet state. We need as many men as we can get on our team. Possibly I won't have to use them, but if I do, I want them available. The British are wrapped. You keep mentioning our team,

20:49but according to the dossier we carry on you, Mr. Kasslauf, you are neither British nor even a Yankee. And you ask me to turn over our complete Soviet machinery? Paul came to his feet and leaned over the desk through the paleness immediately beneath his ears and along his jawline. Listen, he said tightly. If I'm not on this team, there just is no team. Just a pretense of one. When there's a real team, there has to be a certain spirit, a team spirit. I don't care if you're playing cricket, football, or international cold war. If there's one thing that's important to me that I based my whole life upon, it's this. Understand? I've got team spirit. Perhaps no one else in the whole West has it, but I do. Inwardly, Lord Carroll was boiling. He snapped. You're neither British nor American. In other words, you are a mercenary. How do we know that the Russians won't

21:52offer you double or triple what the Yankees pay for your services? Paul sat down again and looked at his watch. My time is limited, he said. I have to leave for Paris this afternoon and be in Bond tomorrow. I don't care what opinions you might have in regard to my mercenary motives, Lord Carroll. I've just come from Downing Street. I suggest you make a phone call there. At the request of Washington, your government has given me carte blanche in this matter. End of section 2, Recording by Paul Harvey. Section 3 of Revolution by Mac Reynolds. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain, Recording by Paul Harvey. Paul flew into Moscow in an Aeroflot jet, landing at the Nuclefo airport on the outskirts of the city. He entered as an American businessman, a camera importer,

22:53who is also interested in doing a bit of tourist sightseeing. He was traveling Deluxe category, which entitled him to a zil complete with chauffeur and an interpreter guide when he had need of one. He was quartered in Duke-Krena on Dorogomiluskia, a 28 floor skyscraper with a thousand rooms. He was Paul's first visit to Moscow, but he wasn't particularly throwing off. He kept up with developments and was aware of the fact that as early as the late 1950s, the Russians had begun to lick the problems of ample food, clothing, and finally shelter. Even those products, once considered sheer luxuries, were now in abundant supply. If material things alone had been all accounted, the Soviet man and the street wasn't doing so badly. He spent the first several days getting the feel of the city and also making his preliminary

23:53business calls. He was interested in a new automated camera, currently being touted by the Russians as the world's best. Fastest lens, full-proof operation, guaranteed for the life of the owner, and retailing for exactly $25. He was told, as expected, that the factory and distribution point was in Leningrad and given instructions and letters of introduction. On the fifth day, he took the red arrow expressed to Leningrad and established himself at the Astoria Hotel, 39 Hurtzend Street. It was one of the many of the in-tourist hotels going back to before the revolution. He spent the next day allowing his guide to show him the standard tourist sites. The Winter Palace, where the Bolshevik Revolution was won when the Mute-Need Cruiser Aurora steamed up the river and shelled it. The Hermitage Museum, rivaled only by the Vatican and Lov.

24:56The Alexandra Kai column, the world's tallest monolithic stone monument, the modest personal palace at Peter the Great, the Peter and Paul Cathedral, the King's size Kirov Stadium, the Leningrad subway, as much a museum as a system of transportation. He saw it all, tourist fashion, and wondered inwardly what the in-tourist guide would have thought, heading known that this was Mr. John Smith's hometown. The day following, he turned his business problem over the guide. He wanted to meet, let's see now, oh yes, here it is, Leonid Shvernik of the McCoyan Camera Works. Could it be arranged? Of course it could be arranged. The guide went into five minutes of oratory on the desire of the Soviet Union to trade with the West and thus spread everlasting peace. An interview was arranged for Mr. Smith with Mr. Shvernik for that afternoon.

26:00Mr. Smith met Mr. Shvernik in the latter's office at two and they went through the usual amenities. Mr. Shvernik spoke excellent English, so Mr. Smith was able to dismiss his interpreter guide for the afternoon. When he was gone, and they were alone, Mr. Shvernik went into a sales talk. I can assure you, sir, that not since the Japanese startled the world with their new cameras shortly after the Second War, has any such revolution in design and quality taken place. The McCoyan is not only the best camera produced anywhere, but since our plant is fully automated, we can sell it for a fraction the cost of German, Japanese, or American. Paul Kostlov came to his feet, quietly walked over to one of the pictures hanging on the wall. Lifted it, pointed underneath and raised his eyebrows at the other. Leonid Shvernik leaned back in his chair, shocked.

27:01Paul remained there until it last the other shook his head. Paul said in English, are you absolutely sure? Yes, Shvernik said. There are no microphones in here. I absolutely know who are you. Paul said in a movement they call you Giorgi and your top man in the Lennon grad area. Shvernik's hand came up from under the desk and he pointed a heavy military revolver at his visitor. Who are you, he repeated? Paul ignored the gun. Someone who knows that you are Giorgi, he said, I'm from America. Is there any chance of anybody intruding? Yes, one of my colleagues are perhaps a secretary. Then I suggest we go to a bar or someplace for a drink or a cup of coffee or whatever the current Russian equivalent might be. Shvernik looked at him searchingly. Yes, he said finally, there's a place down the street. He began to stick the gun in his waistband, changed his mind and

28:06put it back into the desk drawer. As soon as they were on the open street and out of earshot of other pedestrians, Paul said, would you rather I spoke Russian? I have the feeling that we draw less attention than if we speak English. Shvernik said tightly, do the interest people know you speak Russian? If not, stick to English. Now, how do you know my name? I have no contacts with the Americans. I got it through my West German contacts. The Russians face registered unsuppressed fury. Do they ignore the simplest precautions? Do they reveal me to every source that asks? Paul said mildly, air Ludwig is currently under my direction. Your secret is as safe as it has ever been. The underground leader remains silent for a long moment. You're an American, eh? And Ludwig told you about me? What do you want now? To help, Paul Coastlove said.

29:09How do you mean to help? How can you help? I don't know what you're talking about. Help in any way you want. Money, printing presses, memiograph machines, radio transmitters, weapons, manpower, and limited amounts. Know how training anything you need to help overthrow the Soviet government. They had reached the restaurant. Lee and his Shvernik became the Russian export official. He assured his customer to a secluded table, saw him comfortably and to his chair. Do you actually know anything about cameras? Yes. Yes, Paul said. We're thorough. I can buy cameras from you, and they'll be marketed in the States. Good. The waiter was approaching. Shvernik said, have you ever eaten caviar Russian style? I don't believe so, Paul said. I'm not very hungry. Nothing to do with hunger, Shvernik said. From the waiter, he ordered raisin bread, sweet butter, caviar, and a craft of vodka. The waiter went off for it, and Shvernik said,

30:13to what extent are you willing to help us? Money, for instance? What can a money? Rubles, dollars, and how much? A revolutionary movement can always use money. Any kind, Paul said flatly, and any amount. Shvernik was impressed. He said eagerly. Any amount within reason, eh? Paul looked into his face and said flatly, any amount, period. It doesn't have to be particularly reasonable. Our only qualification would be a guarantee it is going into the attempt to overthrow the Soviets, not into private pockets. The waiter was approaching. Shvernik drew some brochures from his pocket, spread them before Paul Kostlov, and began to point out, with the fountain pen, various features of the McCoy and camera. The waiter put the order on the table and stood by for a moment for further orders. Shvernik said, first you take a sizable portion of vodka like this.

31:14He poured them two joltz, and drink it down, ah, bottoms up you American say, then you spread butter on a small slice of raisin bread, and cover it with a liberal portion of caviar. Good? Then you eat your little sandwich, and drink another glass of vodka. Then yes, start all over again. I can see it could be fairly easy to get stoned eating caviar Russian style. Paul laughed. They went through the procedure, and the waiter wandered off. Paul said, I can take several days arranging the camera deal with you, then I can take a tour of the country, supposedly giving it a tourist look-see, but actually making contact with more of your organization. I can then return in the future, supposedly to make further orders. I can assure you, these cameras are going to sell very well in the States. I'll be coming back time and again for business reasons. Meanwhile, do you have any members among the interpreter guides in the local

32:15in tourist offices? Shvernich nodded. Yes, and yes, that would be a good idea. Will the sign Anna Furtziva to you, if we can arrange it? And possibly she can even have a show for a sign you who will also be one of our people. That was the first time Paul Kostlov heard the name Anna Furtziva. End of section 3, recording by Paul Harvey. Section 4 of Revolution by Mac Reynolds. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Paul Harvey. In the morning, Leonid Shvernich came to the hotel in a McCoyan camera works car, loaded with cameras and the various accessories that were available for the basic model. He began gushing the advantages of the McCoyan before they were well out of the hotel. The last thing he said as they trailed out of the hotel's portals was, will drive a bowtown,

33:20giving you an opportunity to do some snapshots and then possibly to my country dacha where we can have lunch. At the car he said, may I introduce Anna Furtziva, who has been assigned as your guide interpreter by in tourist for the balance of your stay. Anna, Mr. John Smith. Paul Shokans. She was blonde, as almost all Russian girls are blonde, and with the startling blue eyes. A touch chubby by western standards, but less so than the Russian average. She had a disturbing pixie touch around the mouth, out of place in a dedicated revolutionist. The car took off with Shvernich at the wheel. You're actually going to have to take pictures as we go along. We'll have them develop later at the plant. I've told them that you are potentially a very big order. Possibly they'll try and assign one of my superiors to your account after a day or two. If so, I suggest that you merely insist that you feel I am competent and you would rather

34:26continue with me. Of course, Paul said, now then, how quickly can our assistance to you get underway? The question is, Shvernich said, just how much you can do in the way of helping our movement. For instance, can you get advanced type weapons deaths? The 38-noiseless slid easily into Paul's hands. Obviously we can't smuggle sizable military equipment across the border, but here, for instance, is a noiseless, recoilless handgun. We could deliver any reasonable amount within a month. 5,000? Shvernich asked. I think so. You'd have to cover once they got across the border, of course. How will organized are you? If you aren't, possibly we can help you there, but not in time to get 5,000 guns to you in a month. And it was puzzled. How could you possibly get that number across the Soviet borders? Her voice had a disturbing Slavic throw atiness.

35:28It occurred to Paul Kostlov that she was one of the most attractive women he had ever met. He was amused. Women had never played a great part in his life. There had never been anyone who had really basically appealed. But evidently, blood was telling. Here, he had to come back to Russia to find such attractiveness. He said, the Yugoslavs are comparatively open and smuggling across the Adriatic from Italy, commonplace. We'd bring the things you want in that way. Yugoslavia and Poland are on good terms, currently, with lots of trade. We chipped them all by rail from Yugoslavia to Warsaw. Trade between Poland and the USSR is on a massive scale. Our agents in Warsaw would send on the guns and well-concealed shipments. Freight cars aren't searched at the Polish-Russian border. However, your agents would have to pick up the deliveries and breast or a cobra before

36:28they got as far as Pinsky. Anna said her voice very low. Visiting in Sweden at the Soviet embassy in Stockholm is a kernel, who is at the head of the Leningrad branch of the KGB Department in charge of counter-revolution, as they call it. Can you eliminate him? Is it necessary? Are you sure that if it's done, it might not raise such a stink that the KGB might concentrate more attention on you? Paul didn't like this sort of thing. It seldom accomplished anything. Anna said, he knows that both your guy and I are members of the movement. Paul Kostlov kept it her. You mean your position is known to the police? Shvernik said. Thus far he has kept the information to himself. He found out when Anna tried to enlist the services. Paul's eyes went from one to the other of them in disbelief. Enlist his services? Arion Oe hasn't spilled everything. What do you mean he's kept the

37:30information to himself so far? Anna said her voice so low to be hardly heard. He's my older brother. I'm his favorite sister. How much longer he will keep our secret I don't know. Under the circumstances, I can think of no answer except that he'd be eliminated. It came to Paul Kostlov that the team on this side could be just as dedicated as he was to his own particular cause. He said, Colonel Fortseva at the Soviet Embassy in Stockholm. Very well. A Hungarian refugee will probably be best if he's caught the reason for the killing won't point in your direction. Yes, Anna said, her sensitive mouth twisting. In fact, Anastas was in Budapest during the suppression there in 1956. He participated. The Daccia of Lienic Fernich was in the vicinity of Petr Voritz on the Gulf

38:32of Finland about 18 miles from Leningrad proper. It would have been called a summer bungalow in the states. On the rustic side, three bedrooms, a moderately large living dining room, kitchen, bath, even a carport. Paul Kostlov took a mild satisfaction in deciding that an American and Schwernik's equivalent job could have afforded more of a place than this. Schwernik was saying, I hope it never gets to the point where you have to go on the run. If it does, this house is a center of our activities. At any time, you can find clothing here, weapons, money, food, even a small boat on the waterfront. It would be possible though difficult to reach Finland. Right, Paul said, let's hope they'll never be occasion. Inside, they sat around a small table, over the inevitable bottle of vodka and cigarettes and later coffee. Schwernik said, thus far, we've rambled around hurriedly on a dozen subjects, but now we must become definite. Paul nodded, you come to us and say

39:38you represent the West and that you wish to help overthrow the Soviets. Fine, how do we know you do not actually represent the KGB or possibly the MVD? Paul said, I'll have to prove otherwise by actions. He came to his feet and ignoring Anna, pulled out a shirt-tail, on button, the top two buttons of his pants, and on buckle the money belt beneath. He said, we have no idea what items you'll be wanting from us in the way of equipment, but as you said earlier, all revolutions need money. So here's the equivalent of $100,000 American dollars in rubles, of course. He added apologetically. The smallness of the amount is due to bulk. Your Soviet money doesn't come in sufficiently high denominations for a single person to carry really large amounts. He tossed the money belt to the table, rearranged his clothing and returned to his chair. Schwernik said, a beginning, but I am

40:39still of the opinion that we should not introduce you to any other members of the organization until we have a more definite proof of your background. That's reasonable, Paul agreed. Now what else? Schwernik scalded him. You claim you're an American, but you speak as good Russian as I do. I was raised in America, Paul said, but I never became a citizen because of some minor technicality while I was a boy. After I reached adulthood and first began working for the government, it was decided that it might be better due to my type of specialization that I continue to remain legally not an American. But actually, you are Russian? I was born here in Leningrad, Paul said evenly, and leaned forward. Why then actually, you're a traitor to Russia? Paul laughed. Look who's talking. A leader of the underground. Anna wasn't amused. But there is a difference in

41:41motivation. I fight to improve my country. You fight for the United States and the West. I can't see much difference. We're both trying to overthrow a vicious bureaucracy. He laughed again. You hate them as much as I do. I don't know, she frowned, trying to find words, dropped English and spoken Russian. The communists made mistakes, horrible mistakes, and especially under Stalin, were vicious beyond belief to achieve what they wanted, but they did achieve it. They built our country into the world's strongest. If you're so happy with them, where are you trying to eliminate the communists? You don't make much sense. She shook her head as though it was he who made no sense. They are through now, no longer needed. A hindrance to progress. She hesitated then. When I was a student, I remember being so impressed by something written by Nero that I memorized it.

42:41He wrote it well in a British jail in 1935. Listen, she closed her eyes and quoted. Economic interests shaped the political views of groups and classes, neither reason nor moral considerations override these interests. Individuals may be converted. They may surrender their special privileges, although this is rare enough, but classes and groups do not do so. The attempt to convert a governing and privileged class into forsaking power and giving up its unjust privileges has therefore always so far failed. And there seems to be no reason whatever to hold that it will succeed in the future. Paul was frowning at her. What's your point? My point is that the communists are in the position Nero speaks of. They're in power and won't let go. The longer they remain in power, after their usefulness is over, the more vicious they become

43:43to maintain themselves. Since this is a police state, the only way to get them out is through violence. That's why I find myself in the underground. But I am a patriotic Russian. She turned to him. Why do you hate the Soviet soul, Mr. Smith? The American agent shrugged. My grandfather was a member of the minor aristocracy. When the Bolsheviks came to power, he joined Rangles White Army. When the Crimea fell, he was in the rear guard, the Shadom. That was your grandfather, Schwenik Set? Right. However, my own father was a student at the Petrograd University at that time, left Wingen client, in fact. I think he belonged to Karensky's social democrats. At any rate, in spite of his upper-class background, he made out all right for a time. That he became an instructor in our early life wasn't particularly bad. Paul cleared his throat until the purges in the 1930s.

44:48It was decided that my father was a book or renaissance writer, deviationist. Whatever that was. They came in Gotham one night in 1938. My family never saw him again. Paul disliked the subject. To cut it short, when the war came along, my mother was killed in a Nazi bombardment of Lenin Grad. My brother went into the army and became a lieutenant. He was captured by the Germans when they took Karkov, along with a hundred thousand or so others of the Red Army. When the Soviets, a couple of years later, pushed back into Poland, it was recaptured. Anna said, you being liberated from the Germans? A recapture is the better word. The Soviet Shadom. It seems that officers of the Red Army aren't allowed to surrender. Anna said painfully, how did you escape all this? My father must have seen the handwriting on the wall. As only five years old, when he sent me to London to a cousin. A year later, we moved to the States. Actually, I had practically no memories of

45:53Lenin Grad, very few of my family. However, I am not very fond of the Soviets. No, Anna said softly. Shurenik said, and what was your father's name? Theodore Koslov. Shurenik said, I studied French literature under him. Anna stiffened in her chair, and her eyes went wide. Koslov, she said, you must be Paul Koslov? Paul poured himself another small vodka. In my field, it is a handicap to have a reputation. I didn't know it had extended to the man in the street on this side of the Iron Curtain. End of section 4, recording by Paul Harvey. Section 5 of Revolution by Mac Reynolds. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Paul Harvey. It was by no means the last trip that Paul Koslov was to make to his

46:58underground contacts, nor the last visit to the Dacha in Petro-Dorets. In fact, the Dacha became the meeting center of the Russian underground, with her liaison agent from the west. Through it funneled the problems involved in the logistics of the thing, spotted through the rest of the vast stretches of the country. Paul had his local agents, American, British, French, West German, but this was the center. The McCoy and camera made a great success in the states, and a little wonder. Unknown to the Soviets, the advertising campaign that sold it cost several times the income from the sales. All they saw were the continued orders. The repeated visits of Mr. John Smith to Leningrad on buying trips. Lee and the Chvernik was even given a promotion on the strength of his so-abely cracking the American market. Anna Fertziva was automatically assigned to Paul as

47:59interpreter guide whenever he appeared in the Soviet Union's second capital. In fact, when he made his tourist johns to the Black Sea region, to the year olds, to Turkestan, to Siberia, he was able to have her assigned to the whole trip with him, gave a tremendous advantage in his work with the other branches of the underground. Questions, unthought of originally when Paul Kostlov had been sent into the USSR arose as the movement progressed. On his third visit to the Dachau, he said to Chvernik, and three others of the organization's leaders who gathered for the conference. Look, my immediate superior wants me to find out who is to be your top man, the chief of state of the new regime, when number one in the present hierarchy have been overthrown. Lee and the Chvernik looked at him blankly. By this stage, he, as well as Anna, had become more to Paul than just pawns in the

49:00game being played. For some reason, having studied under the older Kostlov seemed to give a personal touch that had grown. Nikolai Kyrnchenko, higher up in the Moscow branch of the underground, looked strangely at Paul, and then it's Vernick. What have you told him about the nature of our movement? He demanded. Paul said, what's the matter? All I wanted to know was to a scheduled to be top man. Vernick said, actually, I suppose we have had little time to discuss the nature of the new society we plan. We've been busy working on the overthrow of the communists. However, I thought Paul was uneasy now. Lee and it was right. Actually, in his association, with both Anna and Leinit Chvernik, they had seldom mentioned what was to follow the collapse of the Soviets. It suddenly occurred to him how overwhelmingly important this was. Nikolai Kyrnchenko, who spoke

50:01knowingly said in Russian, see here we are not an organization attempting to seize power for ourselves. This was a delicate point, Paul sensed. Revolutions are seldom put over in the name of reaction or even conservatism. Whatever the final product, they are invariably presented, is being motivated by liberal idealism and progress. He said, I'm familiar with the dedication of your organization. I have no desire to underestimate your ideals. However, my question is presented with good intentions and remains unanswered. You aren't anarchists, I know. You expect a responsible government to be in control after the removal of the police state. So I repeat, who is to be your head man? How would we know Kyrnchenko blurted an irritation? We're working toward a democracy, so up to the Russian people to elect any officials they may find necessary to govern the country.

51:05Kyrnchenko said, however, the very idea of a head man, as you call him, is opposed to what we have in mind. We aren't looking for a super leader, we've had enough of leaders. Our experience is it is too easy for them to become misleaders. If the history of this century has proven anything with its boosolinis, hitlers, Stalin's, Chang's and Mao's, it is that the search for a leader to take over the problems of the people is a vain one. The job has to be done by the people themselves. Paul haven't wanted to get involved in the internals of their political ideology. It was dangerous ground. For all he knew, there might be why differences within the ranks of the revolutionary movement. They're almost always where. He couldn't take sides. His only interest in all this was the overthrow of the Soviets. He covered. Your point is well taken, of course, I understand completely.

52:06And here's one other matter for discussion. These radio transmitters for your underground broadcasts. It was a subject in which they were particularly interested. The Russians leaned forward. Here's the problem, Kierchinko said. As you know, the Soviet Union consists of 15 republics. In addition, there are 17 autonomous Soviet socialist republics that coexist within these basic 15 republics. There are also 10 of what we call the autonomous regions. Largely, each of these political divisions speak different languages and have their own cultural differences. Paul said. Then there will be necessary to have transmitters for each of these areas. Even more. Because some are so large that we will find it necessary to have more than one underground station. Lee and H. Verneck said, worry, Lee. And here's another thing. The KGB has the latest

53:10in equipment for spotting the location of an illegal station. Can you do anything about this? Paul said. We'll put our best electronics meant to work. The problem as I understand it is to devise a method of broadcasting that the secret police can't trace. They looked relieved. Yes, that is the problem, Kierchinko said. He brought up the subject sometime later when he was alone with Anna. They were strolling along the left bank of the Niva River, paralleling the admiralty building, supposedly on a sightseeing tour. He said. I was discussing the future government with Leonid and some of the others the other day. I don't think I got a very clear picture of it. He gave her a general rundown of the conversation. She twisted her mouth, characteristically at him. What did you expect to return to Tsarism? Let me see, who is pretender to the throne these days. Some grand duke in Paris, isn't it? He laughed with her.

54:12I'm tied up on such questions, Paul admitted. I think I'd rather picture the democratic parliamentary government somewhere between the United States and England. Those are governmental forms based on a capitalist society, Paul. Her hair gleamed in the brightness of the sun, and he had to bring his mind back to the conversation. Well, yes, but you're overthrowing the Communist. That's the point, isn't it? Not the way you put it. Let's see if I can explain. To begin with, there have only been three bases of government evolved by man. I'm going to have to simplify this. It isn't my field, but go on, Paul said. She wore less lipstick than you'd expect on an American girl, but it went with her freshness. The first type of governmental system was based on the family. Your American Indians were a good example. The family, the clan, the tribe. In some cases, like the Iroquois Confederation,

55:14a nation of tribes, you were represented in the government according to the family or clan in which you were born. Still, with you so far, Paul said, she had a very slight dimple in her left cheek. Dimples went best with blondes, Paul decided. The next governmental system was based on property. Chattel slavery, feudalism, capitalism. In ancient Athens, for example, those Athenians who owned the property of the city-state and the slaves with which to work it also governed the nation. Under feudalism, the nobility owned the country and governed it. The more land and noble owned the larger his voice in government. I'm speaking broadly, of course. Of course, Paul said. He decided that she had more an American-type figure than was usual here. He brought his concentration back to the subject. However, that doesn't apply under capitalism. We have democracy. Everyone votes, not just the owner of the property. Anna was very serious about it. You

56:18mustn't use the words capitalism and democracy interchangeably. You can have capitalism, which is a social system, without having democracy, which is a political system. For instance, when Hitler was in power in Germany, the government was a dictatorship, but the social system was still capitalism. Then she grinned him mischievously. Even in the United States, I think you'll find that the people who own a capitalist country run the country. Those who control great wealth have a large say in the running of the political parties, both locally and nationally. Your smaller property owners have a smaller voice in local politics. But how large a lobby does your itinerant harvest worker in Texas have in Washington? Paul said slightly irritated now. This is a big subject, and I don't agree with you. However, I'm not interested now in the government of the United States. I want to know what you people have in store for Russia.

57:23If and when you take over. She shook her head and disparate him. That's the point the others were trying to make to you. We have no intention of taking over. We don't want to, and probably couldn't even if we did want to. What we're advocating is a new type of government based on a new type of representation. He noticed the faint touch of freckles about her nose, her shoulders, to the extent her dress revealed them, and on her arms, her skin was fair as only the northern races produce. Paul said, all right, now we get to this third base of government. The first was the family, the second was property. What else is there? In an ultra-modern industrialized society, there is your method of making your livelihood. In the future, you will be represented from where you work. From your industry or profession, the Parliament or Congress of the nation would consist of elected members from each branch of production, distribution, communication, education, medicine,

58:29syndicalism, Paul said, with some touches of technocracy. She shrugged. Your American technocracy of the 1930s, I am not too familiar with how, although I understand power came from top to bottom rather than from bottom to top democratically. The earlier syndicalists developed some of the ideas which later thinkers have elaborated upon, as opposed. So many of these terms have become all but meaningless through sloppy use. What in the world does socialism mean, for instance? According to some, your Roosevelt was a socialist. Hitler called himself a national socialist. Mussolini was edited as socialist paper. Stalin called himself a socialist, and the British currently have a socialist government. Mind you with the queen on the throne. The advantage of voting from where you work, rather than from where you live, doesn't come home to me, Paul said.

59:30Among other things, a person knows the qualifications of the people with whom he works, and it said, whether he is a scientist in a laboratory or a technician in an automated factory. But how many people actually know anything about the political candidates for whom they vote? I suppose we could discuss this all day, Paul said. But what I was getting to is what happens when your outfit takes over here in Leningrad. Does Leonid become local commissar or head of police? Or, well, whatever new title you've dreamed up, and laughed at him as though he was impossible. Mr. Kuss, love you, have a mind hard to penetrate. I keep telling you, we, the revolutionary underground, have no desire to take over, and don't think that we could even if we wished. When the Soviets are overthrown by our organization, the new government will assume power. We disappear as an organization. Our job is done. Leonid, I don't know, perhaps his fellow

1:00:35employees at the McCoy and camera works will vote him into some office and the plant if they think I'm capable of it. Well, Paul said it's your country. I'll stick to the American system. He couldn't take his eyes from the way her lips tucked in at the sides. And it said, how long have you been in love with me, Paul? What? She laughed. Don't be so blank. It would be rather odd, wouldn't it? If two people were in love, and neither of them realized what had happened? Two people in love, he said blankly, unbelievably. End of section five, recording by Paul Harvey. Section six of Revolution by Mac Reynolds. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain, recording by Paul Harvey. Lena Gfernik and Paul Kostlov were bent over a map of the USSR.

1:01:38The former pointed out the approximate location of the radio transmitters. We're not going to use them until the last moment, he said. Not until the fat is in the fire. Then they will all begin at once. The KGB and MVD won't have time to knock them out. Paul said things are moving fast, faster than I had expected. We're putting it over, Lena. Gfernik said, only because the situation is ripe. It's the way revolutions work. How do you mean, Paul said absently, studying the map? Individuals don't put over revolutions. The times do. The conditions apply. Did you know that six months before the Bolshevik revolution took place? Lena wrote that he never expected to live to see the Communist take over in Russia? The thing was that the conditions were there. The Bolsheviks as few as they were were practically thrown into power. However, Paul said dryly, it was mighty helpful to have such men as

1:02:43Lenin and Trotsky handy. Shvernik shrugged. The times make them men. Your own American revolution is probably better known to you. Look at the men those times produced. Jefferson, Pain, Madison, Hamilton, Franklin, Adams. And once again, if you have told any of those men, a year before the Declaration of Independence, that a complete revolution was the only solution to the problems that confronted them, it would probably have thought you were insane. It was a new line of thought for Paul Kostlov. Then what does cause a revolution? The need for it. It's not just our few tens of thousands of members of the underground who see the need for overthrowing the Soviet bureaucracy. It's millions of average Russians in every walk of life and every strata from top to bottom. What does the scientist think when some bureaucrat, knowing nothing of a specialty, comes into the laboratory and directs his work?

1:03:48What does he engineer in an automobile plant? Think when some silly politician decides that since cars and capitalist countries have four wheels, that Russia should surpass them by producing a car with five. What does your scholar think when he is told what to study, how to interpret it, and then what to write? What does your worker think when he sees the bureaucrat living in luxury while his wage is a comparatively meager one? What do your young people think in their continual striving for a greater degree of freedom than was possessed by their parents? What does your painter think? Your poet, your philosopher? Shvernick shook his head. When a nation is ready for a revolution, it's the people who put it over. Often the so-called leaders are hard put to run fast enough to stay out in front. Paul said, after it's all over, we'll go back to the states. I know a town up in the sea

1:04:50air is called Grass Valley, hunting, fishing, mountains, clean air, but still available to cities such as San Francisco, where you can go for shopping or for restaurants and entertainment. She kissed him again. Paul said, you know I've done this sort of work, never on this scale before, of course, ever since I was 19, 19 mind you. And this is the first time I've realized I'm tired of it, fed up to hear. I'm nearly 35, Anna, and for the first time I want what a man is expected to want out of life, a woman, a home, children. You've never seen America, you'll love it. You'll like Americans too, especially the kind that live in places like Grass Valley. Anna laughed softly, but were Russians, Paul? Eh? Our home and our life should be here in Russia, the new Russia that we'll have shortly. He scoffed at her, live here when there's California, and Anna,

1:05:56you don't know what living is, why, but Paul, I'm a Russian. If the United States is a more pleasant place to live, then Russia will be? When we have ended the police state, then it is part of my duty to improve Russia. It suddenly came to him that she meant it, but I was thinking all along that after this was over, we'd be married. I'd be able to show you my country, and I don't know why I was thinking we both expected to be making a life for ourselves here. They were silent for a long time in mutual misery. Paul said finally, this is no time to make detailed plans. We love each other, that should be enough. When it's all over, we'll have the chance to look over each other's way of life. You can visit the States with me, and I'll take you on a visit to Armenia. I know a little town in the mountains there, which is the most beautiful in the world. We'll spend a week there, a month.

1:07:00Perhaps one day we can build a summer dacha there. She laughed happily. Why, practically, everyone lives to be a hundred years old in Armenia. Yeah, we'll have to go there sometime. Paul said quietly. He'd been scheduled to see Leonid that night, but at the last moment, the other sent Anna to report that an important meeting was to take place. A meeting of underground delegates from all over the country. They were making basic decisions on when to move, but Paul's presence wasn't needed. He had no feeling of being excluded from something to concern him. Long ago, it had been decided that the last details known by the average man in the movement about Paul's activities, the better it would be. There's always betrayal, and there are always counter-revolutionary agents within the ranks of an organization such as this. What was the old Russian proverb? When four men

1:08:01sit down to discuss revolution, three are police spies, and the third are full. Actually, this had been astonishingly well-handled. He had operated for over a year with no signs that the KGB was aware of his activities. Leonid and his fellows were efficient. They had to be. The commies had been slaughtering anyone who opposed them for 40 years now. To survive as a Russian underground, you had to be good. Now, it wasn't a feeling of exclusion. Paul Kostlov was stretched out on the bed of his king's size as story a hotel room. His hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. He recapitulated the events of the past months from the time he'd entered the chief's office in Washington until last night at the Dachau with Leonid and Anna, the whole thing, and over and over

1:09:01again. There was a line of worry on his forehead. He swung his feet to the floor and approached the closet. He selected his most poorly pressed pair of pants and a coat that mismatched it. He checked the charge in his 38-noiseless and replaced the weapon under his left arm. He moved his partial bridge, remembering as he did so, he had lost the teeth in a street fight with some commie union organizers in Panama, and replaced the porcelain bridge with a typically Russian gleaming steel one. He stuffed the cap in his back pocket, a pair of steel-rimmed glasses into an inner pocket and left the room. He hurried through the lobby, passed the en-tourist desk, thankful that it was a slow time of day for tourist activity. Outside, he walked several blocks to 25th of October, Avenue, and made a point of losing himself in the crowd. When he was sure that there could be no

1:10:02one behind him, he entered a pavnaia, head a glass of beer, and then disappeared into the toilet. There, he took off his coat, wrinkled it a bit more, put it back on, and also donned the cap in glasses. He removed his tie and thrust it into a side pocket. He left, in appearance, a more or less average working man of Leningrad. Walked to the bus station on Nashmson Volodarsky, and waited for the next bus to Petr Voritz. He would have preferred the subway, but the line didn't run that far as yet. The bus took him to within a mile and a half of the dacha, and he walked from there. By this time Paul was familiar with the security measures taken by Leonich Thirnek and the others. None at all when the dacha wasn't in use for a conference or to hide someone on the lamp from the KGB. But at a time like this, there would be three centuries, carefully spotted.

1:11:05This was Paul's field now. Since the age of 19, he told himself Riley, he wondered if there was anyone in the world who could go through a line of centuries as efficiently as he could. He approached the dacha at the point where the line of pine trees came nearest to it. On his belly, he watched for ten minutes before making the final move to the side of the house. He lay up against it under a bush. From an inner pocket, he brought the spy device. He had acquired from Derek Stevens' Rubbe Goldberg department. It looked and was supposed to look, considerably like a doctor's stethoscope. He placed it to his ears, pressed the other end to the wall of the house. Leonich Thirnek was saying, becoming killers isn't a pleasant prospect, but it was a Soviet who taught us that the end justifies the means. And so, ruthless adictatorship have they established that there is literally no alternative. The only way to

1:12:10remove them is by violence. Happily, so we believe the violence need to extend to only a small number of the very highest of the hierarchy. Once they are eliminated and are transmitters proclaim the new revolution, there should be little further opposition. Someone sighed deeply. Paul was able to pick up even that. Why discuss it further? Somebody whose voice Paul didn't recognize asked? Let's get on to other things. These broadcasts of ours have to be the ultimate in the presentation of our program. The assassination of number one and his immediate supporters is going to react unfavorably at first. We're going to have to present unanswerable arguments if our movement is to sweep the nation as we plan. A new voice injected. We put the best writers in the Soviet Union to work on the scripts. For all practical purposes, they are completed.

1:13:15We haven't yet decided what to say about the H bomb, the missiles, all the endless equipment to war that is accumulated under the Soviets, not to speak of the armies, the ships, the aircraft, and all the personnel who man them. Someone else, it sounded like Nikolai Kierchinko from Moscow, said, I'm chairman of the committee on that. It's our opinion that we're going to have to cover that matter in our broadcast to the people. And the only answer is that until the West has agreed to nuclear disarmament, we're going to have to keep our own. Lee and it said, and it was shocking his voice, but that's one of the most basic reasons for the new revolution to eliminate this mad arms race, this devoting half the resources of the world to armament. Yes, but what can we do? How do we know that the Western powers won't attack? And please remember that it is no longer just the United States that has nuclear weapons. If we lay down our defenses, we're capable of being

1:14:21destroyed by England, France, West Germany, even Turkey or Japan, and consider to that the economies of some of the Western powers are based on the production of arms to the point that such production ended overnight, depressions would sweep their nations. In short, they can't afford a world without tensions. It's a problem for the future to solve, someone else said, but meanwhile, I believe the committee is right, until it is absolutely proven that we need to have no fears about the other nations, we must keep our own strength. Under his hedge, Paul Grimmist, but he was getting what he came for, a discussion of policy, without the restrictions his presence would have put on the conversation. Let's deal with the more pleasant subject, a feminine voice said. Our broadcast should stress to the people that for the first time in the history of Russia,

1:15:22we will be truly in the position to lead the world. For 50 years, the Communist attempted to convert nations into adopting their system, and largely they were turned down. Those countries that did become Communist either did so at the point of the Red Army's bayonet, or under the stress of complete collapse, such as in China. But tomorrow, and the new Russia, freed from the inadequacy and inefficiency of the bureaucrats who have this ruled us, will develop a productive machine that will be the envy of the world. Her voice said all but fanatical ring. Someone else juckled if the West thought they had competition from us before, wait until they see the new Russia. Paul thought he saw someone, a shadow, at the side of the clearing. His lips thinned, and the 38 noiseless, was in his hand magically. False alarm. He turned back to the conversation

1:16:25inside. Kierchanko's voice was saying, it is hard for me not to believe that within a period of a year or so, half the countries of the world will follow our example. Half, someone laughed exuberantly, the world comrades, the new system will sweep the world. For the first time in history, the world will see what marks and angles were really driving at. End of section 6, recording by Paul Harvey. 7. Section 7 of Revolution by Mac Reynolds. This Libravox recording is in the public domain, recording by Paul Harvey. Back at the hotel, toward morning, Paul was again stretched out on the bed, hands under his head. His eyes unseemly staring at the ceiling as he went through his agonizing reappraisal. There was Anna, and there was even Leonic Furnick, and some of the others of the underground.

1:17:31As close friends as he had ever made in a life that admittedly hadn't been prone to friendship. And there was Russia, the country of his birth. Beyond the underground movement, beyond the Soviet regime, beyond the Romanovs Tsar's mother Russia. The land of his parents, his grandparents, the land of his roots. And of course, there was the United States and the West. The West, which had received him in his hour of stress, in his flight from Mother Russia, Mother Russia, what kind of a mother had she been to the coslofts, to his grandfather, his father, his mother, and brother. Where would he, Paul, be today? Had he as a child not been sent fleeing to the West. And his life worked? What of that? Since the age of 19, when a normal teenager would have been in school preparing himself for life. Since 19, he'd been a

1:18:32member of the anti-Soviet team. A star, too. Paul Kosloft, the troubleshooter, the always reliable, cold, ruthless, Paul Kosloft, on whom you could always depend to carry the ball. Anti-Soviet or anti-Russian. Why kid himself about his background? It meant nothing. He was in American. He had only the faintest of memories of his family or of the country. Only because people told him so, did he know he was a Russian. He was as American as it is possible to get. What he had told such Westerners, born and bred, is Lord Carol and Derek Stevens. If he wasn't a member of the team, there just wasn't a team. But then of course through Uzana. Yes, Anna. But what actually was there in the future for them? Now that he considered it, could he really picture her, sitting in the drugstore on Montes Street,

1:19:33grass valley, having a banana split? And it was Russian. As patriotic a Russian, as it was possible to be. As much a dedicated member of the Russian team as it was possible to be. And as a team member, she, like Paul, knew the chances that were involved. He didn't get to be a star by sitting on the bench. She hadn't hesitated in the clutch to sacrifice her favorite brother. Paul Kosloft, prop the Tracy, the wristwatch like radio before him, placing its back to a book. He made it operative, began to repeat. Paul calling, Paul calling, a thin far away voice said finally, okay, Paul, I'm receiving. Paul Kosloft took a deep breath and said, all right, this is it. In just a few days, we're all set to kick off. Understand? I understand, Paul. Is it possible that anybody else can be receiving this? Absolutely impossible.

1:20:40All right, then this is it. The boys here are going to start their revolution going by knocking off not only number one, but also two, three, four, six, and seven of the hierarchy. Number five is one of theirs. The thin voice said, you know, I don't want details there up to you, Paul Grimmest. This is why I called you've got to make or someone's got to make one hell of an important decision the next couple of days. It's not up to me. For once, I'm not to be brushed off with that. Don't bother me with details routine. Decision? What decision? You said everything was already to go, didn't you? Look, Paul Kosloft said. Remember when you gave me this assignment? When you told me about the Germans sending Lenin up to Petrograd and hopes he'd start a revolution in the British sending Somerset Magham to try and prevent it? Yes, yes, man. What's that got to do

1:21:47with it? Even over the long distance, the chiefs of voice sounded puzzled. Supposedly, the Germans were successful and Magham failed. But looking back at it, the generation later, did the Germans win out by helping bring off the Bolshevik revolution? The Soviets destroyed them for all time as a first straight power at Stalingrad, 25 years afterwards. The voice from Washington was impatient. What's your point, Paul? My point is this. When you gave me this assignment, you told me I was in the position of the German who engineered bringing Lenin up to Petrograd to start the Bolsheviks rolling. Are you sure that the opposite isn't true? Are you sure it isn't Magham's job? I should have. Let me tell you, chief. These boys I'm working with now are sharp. They've got more on the ball than these commy bureaucrats running the country have it a dozen times over. Chief, this is the decision

1:22:54that has to be made in the next couple of days. Just who do we want eliminated? Are you sure you don't want me to tip off the KGB to this whole conspiracy? End of section 7, recording by Paul Harvey. End of Revolution by Mack Reynolds.