Michael Beres - Chernobyl Murders
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“I agree it seems preposterous, Deputy Chairman, but the statue was disguised. He had a jacket about his shoulders and a woman’s stocking stretched over his head.”
Dumenko raised his eyebrows. “A woman’s stocking over Lenin’s face? And a pistol fastened to his hand?”
“Yes, Deputy Chairman.”
Dumenko shook his head, the sun from the window reflected off his hairless skull. “It is all quite clear now. Your men defended themselves against what they thought, at first glance, was a live gunman with a stocking over his head.” Dumenko raised his voice again. “But please tell me why, if the pistol never fired and the statue never moved, your men found it necessary to put so many holes in Lenin? The hotel manager will now have to replace him!”
“The men who fired at the statue carried Stechkin machine pistols, Deputy Chairman. I’m afraid they were set on full automatic.”
“Perhaps we should issue field artillery to the Kiev office! Instead of simply blowing Lenin’s crotch away, they could have blown off his head and put the poor man out of his misery!” Dumenko pounded his fist on the desk. “Next time, Major, I expect more control of these situations! Do you realize the extent of damage to the walls and ceiling? Do you realize how many guests were scared shitless? Not to mention the female hotel guest yanked from her bath because she, like Juli Popovics, had dark hair!”
Dumenko shook his head. “KGB agents shooting the balls off a statue, mortally wounding a sofa, and pulling a woman out of her bath. I feel sorry for you, Major. This brain disease of yours is taking its toll. Perhaps your men had a nip of vodka to give them strength. Is that what happened?”
“None of my men drink while on duty, Deputy Chairman.”
Komarov knew it was necessary to go through ridicule so that Dumenko would eventually listen to him. At last, after several more sarcastic statements, Dumenko asked about the escape of Detective Horvath and Juli Popovics. In the process of answering these questions, Komarov placed the blame for the incident on Captain Brovko.
“Captain Brovko’s training in interrogation and nuclear engineering did not adequately prepare him for an emergency field situation.”
“You feel a more experienced man might have performed better?” asked Dumenko.
“I do not wish to blame the captain entirely, Deputy Chairman.
I take responsibility for giving him the field assignment.”
“I see,” said Dumenko. “I suppose I should also take some responsibility for assigning Brovko to you, and even the chairman is responsible for giving me authority to assign men, and so on up the line all the way to the president and general secretary. Is this how you view your responsibilities, Major?”
“No, Comrade Deputy Chairman. Not at all. I take full responsibility. I did not mean to imply you were responsible in any way.”
Dumenko waved his hand. “Enough of who is responsible and who is not. Times have changed. These days everything hangs in the open like laundry. So, what are you going to do about the investigation?”
“I will continue to pursue it, Deputy Chairman. One of my men is dead, and Detective Horvath is a suspect in another murder case, a poet who was apparently an informant for Horvath. He’s a dangerous man. We have a twenty-four-hour guard on the woman who told us where to find him.”
“Tamara Petrov. I read your report.” Dumenko raised his eyebrows. “And I’ve seen photographs of her in the interrogation room.
Quite a handsome woman, one worthy of our protection.” Dumenko polished the top of his head with his palm and smiled. “Perhaps someday you can introduce me to Tamara Petrov. I find the literary arts fascinating.”
Dumenko placed his hands back on the desk. His smile vanished.
“Major Komarov, I must tell you the initial reason for your investigation seems weak in light of new information. Yesterday I spoke with the chairman of the State Atomic Energy Committee.
He seems convinced the incident at Chernobyl was an accident.”
Komarov stood and paced back and forth behind his desk to emphasize his seriousness.
“Comrade Deputy Chairman, I’ve been involved in this case long enough to know I am not mistaken. Juli Popovics, hiding her treachery behind outspokenness for the environment, is a key figure. Transcripts from meetings with Mihaly Horvath and his fellow engineers often refer to ‘the bitch.’ I have evidence to convince me
‘the bitch’ is none other than Juli Popovics. She was most likely recruited long ago by Aleksandra Yasinsky, currently imprisoned for anti-Soviet activities. Mihaly Horvath is also a key figure, but weaker than Juli Popovics. In correspondence with his brother, Mihaly Horvath spoke often of his greed-purchasing an expensive car, getting a larger apartment, the usual capitalist goals. He indicated he might be able to obtain funds from his American cousin, Andrew Zukor.”
Komarov paused dramatically before continuing. “I know I’ve sent reports saying the situation at Chernobyl is under control. And the explosion and resulting fire remain under control to the best of our ability. However, if I am guilty of anything, it is my nayivete concerning the Horvath brothers, their American cousin, and Juli Popovics. There is conspiracy here.” He pointed to his chest. “I can feel it. I’ve heard the reports of human error at Chernobyl, and I still feel it. Of course, the ministries in charge are saying human error. What else can they say? But later, with all the facts on the table, when the radiation has diminished sufficiently to find clues indicating tampering, the KGB’s investigation will pay its dividends, Comrade Deputy Chairman. We’ll be ready to stand before any committee of inquiry. And if they are captured, Juli Popovics and Detective Horvath will confess. They have already lost one of their own. On Friday afternoon, when the shutdown was originally scheduled, Mihaly Horvath would have been able to escape. They were tricked by fate, Deputy Chairman. We should not be tricked so easily!”
When Komarov finished his speech, he was breathless. He sat back at his desk, stared at Dumenko, and waited. After a minute of silence, Dumenko spoke.
“You present a strong case, Major. Very well, you may continue the investigation.” Dumenko stood and walked to the door, where he turned back and pointed his finger at Komarov. “But remember, Major. I will not tolerate another Hotel Dnieper incident. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Comrade Deputy Chairman.”
The last time Komarov spent an evening alone on his back porch was the night after Detective Horvath and Juli Popovics escaped the Hotel Dnieper. The investigation had stalled, and he had relapsed, fallen victim to the bottle’s talons. When he awakened the next day, his wife told him she and Dmitry had carried him into the house and, unable to awaken him, almost called the doctor. It had taken his system two days to recover. Having vowed never to drink again, having come to his senses enough to convince Dumenko this afternoon to allow the case to continue, he was out on his porch again, alone and sober.
To the west, three kilometers away, was the metro station where the Volga had been found. Across the river was the Hotel Dnieper and a million other places in which to hide. Detective Horvath would know them all. But were they still in Kiev, or had they moved on?
Komarov lit a cigarette and thought back to his boyhood outside Moscow, where he’d seen groups of Gypsies camped across the river.
He remembered hearing violins in the forest late at night while he was trying to fall asleep. He remembered the talk at school about Gypsies being run off by militia because they had been caught stealing livestock from local farmers. It seemed innocent then. Gypsies taking a few chickens to eat, the way he and his friends took a tomato or an onion from the fields when they were hungry. But later, when the Gypsy landlord confronted his father after the opera, he knew Gypsies were not the children of the forest they claimed to be.
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