Jack Ryan 5 - The Cardinal of the Kremlin Read Online Free Page B

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    ,” Golovko said proudly. “I think it is better than the French.”
    “I wouldn't mind taking a few bottles home,” Ryan allowed.
    Golovko laughed, a short bark of amusement and power. “I will see to it. So. The palace was finished in 1849, at the cost of eleven million rubles, quite a sum at the time. It's the last grand palace ever built, and, I think, the best . . .”
    Ryan wasn't the only one touring the room, of course. Most of the American delegation had never seen it. Russians bored with the reception led them around, explaining as they went. Several people from the embassy tagged along, keeping a casual eye on things.
    “So, Misha, what do you think of American women?” Defense Minister Yazov asked his aide.
    “Those coming this way are not unattractive, Comrade Minister,” the Colonel observed.
    “But so skinny—ah, yes, I keep forgetting, your beautiful Elena was also thin. A fine woman she was, Misha.”
    “Thank you for remembering, Dmitri Timofeyevich.”
    “Hello, Colonel!” one of the American ladies said in Russian.
    “Ah, yes, Mrs. . . .”
    “Foley. We met at the hockey game last November.”
    “You know this lady?” the Minister asked his aide.
    “My nephew—no, my grand-nephew Mikhail, Elena's sister's grandson—plays junior-league hockey, and I was invited to a game. It turned out that they allowed an imperialist on the team,” he replied with a raised eyebrow.
    “Your son plays well?” Marshal Yazov asked.
    “He is the third-leading scorer in the league,” Mrs. Foley replied.
    “Splendid! Then you must stay in our country, and your son can play for Central Army when he grows up.” Yazov grinned. He was a grandfather four times over. “What do you do here?”
    “My husband works for the embassy. He's over there, shepherding the reporters around—but the important thing is, I got to come here tonight. I've never seen anything like this in my whole life!” she gushed. Her glistening eyes spoke of several glasses of something. Probably champagne, the Minister thought. She looked like the champagne type, but she was attractive enough, and she had bothered to learn the language reasonably well, unusual for Americans. “These floors are so pretty, it seems a crime to walk on them. We don't have anything like this at home.”
    “You never had the czars, which was your good fortune,' Yazov replied like a good Marxist. ”But as a Russian I must admit that I am proud of their artistic sense."
    “I haven't seen you at any other games, Colonel,” she said turning back to Misha.
    “I don't have the time.”
    “But you're good luck! The team won that night, and Eddie got a goal and an assist.”
    The Colonel smiled. “All our little Misha got was two penalties for high-sticking.”
    “Named for you?” the Minister asked.
    “Yes.”
    “You didn't have those on when I saw you.” Mrs. Pole pointed to the three gold stars on his chest.
    “Perhaps I didn't take off my topcoat—”
    “He always wears them,” the Marshal assured her. “One always wears his Hero of the
    
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     medals.”
    “Is that the same as our Medal of Honor?”
    “The two are roughly equivalent,” Yazov said for his aide Misha was unaccountably shy about them. “Colonel Filitov is the only man living who has ever won three in battle.”
    “Really? How does someone win three?”           ;
    “Fighting Germans,” the Colonel said tersely.
    “Killing Germans,” Yazov said even more bluntly. Why Filitov had been one of the Red Army's brightest stars, he! been a mere lieutenant. “Misha is one of the best tank officers who ever lived.”
    Colonel Filitov actually blushed at that. “I did my duty, did many soldiers in that war.”
    “My father was decorated in the war, too. He led two missions to rescue people from prison camps in the Philip pines. He didn't talk about it very much, but they gave him a bunch of medals. Do you tell your children about trios