"Yes.  This is I, Viktorov," says the man, with
a wide smile.  "Arkady Semyonovitch Viktorov,
full KGB Colonel.  Greetings, Comrade Bill 
Sutherland.  And welcome."
   "How did you get here?" Bill asks.  "And how
did you find us?"
   "I have electronics that hear your electronics,
da?  And then I dee your little boat strike Omicron
mine in the storm.  And in the morning I climb
down chimney in mountain, like Father Christmas,
to this cave.  Very hard climb, mabe five hundred
meters.  But I want to see you.  We have worked
together many times before.  It would be good to 
work with you again."
   "Viktorov," Bill says, "you know that's not true.
We've worked against each other many times before."
   "Is true," Viktorov says sadly, with a little flutter
of his hands.  "But still now we must work together,
Comrade Bill, for the sake of both our peoples.
Okay?"
   "Keep talking."
   "Okay.  But first please introduce your companion."
Bill tells him who you are.  "Ah, good," Viktorov
says warmly, "I am honored.  I know well
your father.  We have worked together often." Bill
give him a cold look.  "So.  You are to on this
island for looking at Omicron, nyet? An so
maybe you hope to do something about
Omicron?  Maybe put stop to them? I wish this
too."

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