Misha brought some tea for me, standing directly between Schrenk and me with her plump country- girl's body and whispering, 'Who is Natalya?' 'Only an acquaintance,' I whispered back, but of course she didn't believe me. 'It makes it difficult,' Schrenk said, 'because when you leave here you're going to signal Bracken and tell him where to find me. And I don't want that.' I noticed the colour was leaving his face as he sat squinting through the smoke, and his voice took on a forced quality as he made himself tell me the rest. 'The KGB must be hunting you pretty hard if you gave them the slip in Lubyanka. So when you leave here I'm going to blow you as I did before, and there's no way you can stop me.' Then his head went down. 'Sorry.'