way of equipment, but as you said earlier all revolutions need money. So
here's the equivalent of a hundred thousand 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.

Shvernik said, "A beginning, but I am still of the opinion that we
should not introduce you to any other members of the organization until
we have more definite proof of your background."

"That's reasonable," Paul agreed. "Now what else?"

Shvernik scowled at him. "You claim you are 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.

Ana leaned forward, "Why then, actually, you're a traitor to Russia."

Paul laughed. "Look who's talking. A leader of the underground."

Ana wasn't amused. "But there is a difference in motivation. 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
spoke in 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, why are you trying to eliminate the
Commies? 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 Nehru that I memorized it. He wrote it while in a British
jail in 1935. Listen." She closed her eyes and quoted:

"_Economic interests shape the political views of groups and classes.
Neither reason nor moral consideratio