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y Square； with all its traffic and the statue of Iron Feliks。 His swivel chair was fortable； and his desk had three telephones because the Soviet Union had somehow failed to master multiline phones。 He had a typewriter of his own； which he rarely used； preferring to have a secretary e in from the executive pool。 There was talk that Yuriy Vladimirovich used one of them for something other than taking dicta tion； but Rozhdestvenskiy did not believe it。 The Chairman was too much of an aesthete for that。 Corruption just wasn't his way； which appealed to him。 It was hard to feel loyal to a man such as Brezhnev。 Rozhdestvenskiy took the Sword and Shield motto of his agency seriously。 It was his job to protect his country and its people； and they needed protecting…sometimes from the members of their own Politburo。
But why did they need protection from this priest？ he asked himself。
He shook his head and applied his mind to the exercise。 He tended to think with his eyes open； examining his thoughts like a film on an invisible screen。
The first consideration was the nature of the target。 The Pope seemed to be a tall man in the pictures； and he usually dressed in white。 One could scarcely ask for a finer shooting target than that。 He rode about in an open vehicle； which made him an even better target； because it drove about slowly； so that the faithful could see him well。
But who would be the shooter？ Not a KGB officer。 Not even a Soviet citizen。 A Russian exile； perhaps。 KGB had them throughout the West； many of them sleeper agents； living their lives and awaiting their activation calls。。。 But the problem was； so many of them went native and ignored their activation notices； or called the counterintelligence service in their country of residence。 Rozhdestvenskiy didn't like that sort of long…term assignment。 It was too easy for an officer to forget who he was and bee what his cover said he was supposed to be。
No； the shooter had to be an outsider； not a Russian national； not a non…Russian former Soviet citizen； not even a foreigner trained by KGB。 Best of all would be a renegade priest or nun； but people like that didn't just fall into your lap； except in Western spy fiction and TV shows。 The real world of intelligence operations was rarely that convenient。
So； what sort of shooter did he need？ A non…Christian？ A Jew？ A Muslim？ An atheist would be too easy to associate with the Soviet Union； so no； not one of those。 To get a Jew to do it…that would be rich！ One of the Chosen People。 Best of all； an Israeli。 Israel had its fair share of religious fanatics。 It was possible。。。 but unlikely。 KGB had assets in Israel…many of the Soviet citizens who emigrated there were KGB sleepers…but Israeli counterintelligence was notoriously efficient。 The possibility of such an operation being blown was too high； and this was one operation that could not be blown。 So that left Jews out。
Maybe a madman from Northern Ireland。 Certainly the Protestants there loathed the Catholic Church； and one of their chieftains…Rozhdestvenskiy couldn't remember his name； but he looked like an advertisement for a brewery…had said he wished the Pope dead。 The man was even supposed to be a minister himself。 But； sadly； such people hated the Soviet Union even more； because their IRA adversaries claimed to be Marxists…something Colonel Rozhdestvenskiy had trouble accepting。 If they were truly Marxists； he could have used Party discipline to get one of them to undertake the operation。。。 but no。 What little he knew of Irish terrorists told him that getting one to put Party discipline above his ethnic beliefs was far too much to ask。 Attractive as it might be in a theoretical sense； it would be too hard to arrange。
That left Muslims。 A lot of them were fanatics； with as little to do with the core beliefs of their religion as the Pope did with Karl Marx。 Islam was just too big； and it suffered from the diseases of bigness。 But if he wanted a Muslim； where to get him？ KGB did have operations in many countries； with Islamic populations； as did other Marxist nations。 Hmm； he thought； that's a good idea。 Most of the Soviet Union's allies had intelligence services； and most of them were under KGB's thumb。
The best of them was the DDR's Stasi； superbly operated by its director； Markus Wolf。 But there were few Muslims there。 The Poles were good； as well； but there was no way he would use them for this operation。 The Catholics had it penetrated…and that meant the West had it penetrated as well； if only at second hand。 Hungary…no； again the country was too Catholic； and the only Muslims there were foreigners in ideological training camps for terrorist groups； and those he probably ought not to use。 The same was true of the Czechs。 Romania was not regarded as a true Soviet ally。 Its ruler； though a stern munist； played too much like the gypsy gangsters native to his country。 That left。。。 Bulgaria。 Of course。 Neighbor to Turkey； and Turkey was a Muslim country； but one with a secularized culture and a lot of good gangster material。 And the Bulgars had a lot of cross…border contacts； often covered as smuggling activity； which they used to get NATO intelligence； just as Goderenko did in Rome。
So； they would use the rezident in Sofia to get the Bulgars to do their dirty work。 They had a debt of long standing to KGB； after all。 Moscow Centre had enabled them to dispose of their wayward national on Westminster Bridge in a very clever operation that been partially blown only by the worst case of bad luck。
But there was a lesson in that； Colonel Rozhdestvenskiy reminded himself。 Just as with that Mafia killing； the operation could not be so clever as to point directly to KGB。 No； this one had to look gangsterish in its execution。 Even then； there were dangers。 Western governments would have their suspicions…but with no direct or even indirect connection to Dzerzhinskiy Square； they would not be able to talk about it in public。。。
Would that be good enough？ he asked himself。
The Italians； the Americans； and the British would all wonder。 They would whisper； and perhaps those whispers would find their way into the public press。 Did that matter？
It depended on how important this operation was to Andropov and the Politburo； didn't it？ There would be risks； but in the great political reckoning； you weighed the risks against the importance of the mission。
So Station Rome would be the reconnaissance element。 Station Sofia would contract the Bulgarians to hire the shooter…it would probably have to be done with a pistol。 Getting close enough to use a knife was too difficult a task to plan for seriously； and rifles were too hard to conceal； though a sub…machine gun was always the weapon of choice for something like this。 And the shooter would not even be a citizen of a socialist country。 No； they'd get one from a NATO country。 There was some degree of plexity here。 But not all that much。
Rozhdestvenskiy lit up another cigarette and mentally walked back and forth through his reasoning； looking for errors； looking for weaknesses。 There were some。 There were always some。 The real problem would be in finding a good Turk to do the shooting。 For that they had to depend on the Bulgars。 Just how good were their clandestine services？ Rozhdestvenskiy had never worked directly with them； and knew them only by reputation。 That reputation was not entirely good。 They reflected their government； which was cruder and more thuggish than Moscow； not very kulturniy； but he supposed that was partly Russian chauvinism on the KGB's part。 Bulgaria was Moscow's little brother； politically and culturally； and big brother…little brother thinking was inescapable。 They just had to be good enough to have decent contacts in Turkey； and that meant just one good intelligence officer； preferably one trained in Moscow。 There would be a lot of those； and KGB's own academy would have the necessary records。 The Sofia rezident might even know him personally。
This theoretical exercise was shaping up； Colonel Rozhdestvenskiy thought to himself； with some degree of pride。 So he still knew how to set up a good field operation； despite having bee a headquarters drone。 He smiled as he stubbe