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@@@@@?The third man in tape seven with Rodchenko and the priest, the one New York identified as the American named OgilvieAs of now he is to be placed under our surveillance and he is not to leave Moscow The colonel suddenly arched his thick brows, his face growing red?That order is countermanded! He is no longer the responsibility of Diplomatic Relations, he is now the sole property of the KGBA reason? Use Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 375 your skull, potato head! Tell them we are convinced he is an American double agent whom those fools did not uncoverThen the usual garbage: harboring enemies of the state due to laxness, their exalted positions once again protected by the Komitet?that sort of thingAlso, you might mention that they should not look a gift horse in the mouthI don?t understand any more than you do, comrade, but those butterflies over there in their tight-fitting suits probably will The commissar hung up ?He did it,? said Conklin, turning to Bourne?Ogilvie stays in Moscow ?I don?t give a goddamn about Ogilvie!? exploded Jason, his voice intense, his jaw pulsating ?I?m here for Carlos!? ?The priest?? asked the colonel, walking away from the table ?That?s exactly who I meanWe put General Rodchenko on a very long rope that he cannot see or feelYou will be at the other endHe will meet his Jackal priest again ?That?s all I ask,? said Jason Bourne General Grigorie Rodchenko sat at a window table in the Lastochka restaurant by the Krymsky Bridge on the Moskva RiverIt was his favorite place for a midnight dinner; the lights on the bridge and on the slow-moving boats in the water were relaxing to the eye and therefore to the metabolismHe needed the calming atmosphere, for during the past two days things had been so unsettlingHad he been right or had he been wrong? Had his instincts been correct or far off the mark? He could not know at the moment, but those same instincts had enabled him to survive the mad Stalin as a youth, the blustering Khrushchev in middle age, and the inept Brezhnev a few years laterNow there was yet a new Russia under Gorbachev, a new Soviet Union, in fact, and his old age welcomed itPerhaps things would relax a bit and long-standing enmities fade into a once hostile horizonStill, horizons did not really change; they were always horizons, distant, flat, fired with color or darkness, but still distant, flat and unreachable