Tedor nodded. Each conveyor was equipped with one of the devices--which could print perfect counterfeit money, create clothing, artificial hair, skin tissue, anything to render a visit to past ages as foolproof as possible. "Whatever you want to copy is ordinarily stored on microfilm," Tedor explained. "But this thing can copy anything." "I know, but what do you want me--" Tedor thrust the picture of Malenkov into the receiver. "Easy, Dorlup. You're about the right size. Just sit still. You're going to be Georgi Malenkov, Premier of all the Russians." Five minutes later, Tedor looked at Malenkov rising from the chair. "It's perfect," he said. "I don't understand." "You can write solidios, Dorlup; you'd better be able to _act_ as well. You're going to be Malenkov." Tedor sat down himself, placed the Intelligence Agent's ID picture into the duplicator. "I'll be your personal bodyguard," he said--and he was, moments later. "They've got a friend of mine somewhere," said Tedor. "If Chenkov takes orders from Malenkov, we're going to find out where. We're also going to find out what Ruscar has up his sleeve, provided you're right about him." "I'm right." "We'll see. But if you were lying, Dorlup--if you were, I'll kill you myself." Dorlup blanched. "We don't have to worry about that." "All right. According to his ID card, this man was Fyodor Archevski. I'm Fyodor Archevski, your guard." And then they were speeding in Laniq's auto back to Moscow--and the Kremlin. * * * * * "Where do you think you are going? Oh, Comrade Premier. Comrade Malenkov--I am sorry." Dorlup nodded brusquely at the guard. They drove through the Kremlin gates and up a ramp. "Do you know your way around this place?" Dorlup demanded. "No." Tedor stopped the car. They climbed out, watched as a uniformed figure darted out from a doorway, leaped into the auto, drove it away after saluting them. Another figure came forward. "May I be of help, Comrade Premier?" "The Premier wishes an immediate audience with Comrade Chenkov," Tedor told the soldier. "Not in his private quarters but in the nearest available study. Lead us to it and have someone fetch Chenkov. Quickly." The guard took them up another ramp, through a doorway, down a hall. He led them into a spacious sitting room, soon had the fireplace burning brightly. "I'll get the Marshal myself," he said, and departed. Tedor looked around, discovered a draped alcove at one end of the room. Peering inside he saw a dressing table and a mirror. "I'll be in here," he said. "Remember, the first thing you want to find out from Chenkov is this: where's Laniq? Her name's Anna Myinkov, and Chenkov knows her, probably saw her yesterday and possibly more recently than that. Afterwards, if Chenkov wants to tell you anything in addition, that'll be fine."