Opotkin looked dubious. "We can't send her to London or Bonn. That would seem like a reward."
It was true. Assignments in the capitalist countries were prized. The living allowances were colossal and, even though they did not buy as much as in the USSR, Soviet citizens still lived much better in the West than at home.
Volodya said: "East Berlin, perhaps, or Warsaw."
Opotkin nodded. A move to another Communist country was more like a punishment.
Volodya said: "I'm glad we've been able to resolve this."
Opotkin said to Dimka: "I'm having a party on Saturday evening. Perhaps you would like to come?"
Dimka guessed this would seal the deal. He nodded. "Tanya told me about it," he said with false enthusiasm. "We'll both be there. Thank you."
Opotkin beamed.
Daniil said: "I happen to know of a post in a Communist country that's vacant right now. We need someone there urgently. She could go tomorrow."
"Where's that?" said Dimka.
"Cuba."
Opotkin, now in a sunny frame of mind, said: "That might be acceptable."
It was certainly better than Kazakhstan, Dimka thought.
Mets reappeared in the lobby with Tanya beside him. Dimka's heart lurched: she looked pale and scared, but unharmed. Mets spoke with a mixture of deference and defiance, like a dog that barks because it is frightened. "Allow me to suggest that young Tanya stays away from poetry readings in future," he said.
Uncle Volodya looked as if he could strangle the fool, but he put on a smile. "Very sound advice, I'm sure."
They all went out. Darkness had fallen. Dimka said to Tanya: "I've got my bike--I'll take you home."
"Yes, please," she said. She obviously wanted to talk to Dimka.
Uncle Volodya could not read her mind as Dimka could, and he said: "Let me take you in my car--you look too shaken for a motorcycle ride."
To Volodya's surprise, Tanya said: "Thank you, Uncle, but I'll go with Dimka."
Volodya shrugged and got into a waiting ZIL limousine. Daniil and Opotkin said good-bye.
As soon as they were all out of earshot, Tanya turned to Dimka with a frantic look. "Did they say anything about Vasili Yenkov?"
"Yes. They said you were with him. Is that true?"
"Yes."
"Oh, shit. But he's not your boyfriend, is he?"
"No. Do you know what happened to him?"
"He had five copies of Dissidence in his pocket, so he's not getting out of the Lubyanka soon, even if
he has friends in high places."
"Hell! Do you think they will investigate him?"
"I'm sure of it. They'll want to know whether he merely hands out Dissidence, or actually produces it, which would be much more serious."
"Will they search his flat?"