head. His ruddy face was covered with a matted beard and a mustache thick as fleece. A hearing aid protruded from one ear and age spots dotted hands intertwined in prayer. Hayes had studied photographs of the man, but this was the first time he'd seen His Holiness, Patriarch Adrian, apostolic head of the thousand-yearold Russian Orthodox Church, in the flesh.
Their escort left them alone, footsteps retreating back up into the cathedral.
A door closed above.
The patriarch crossed himself and stood. "Gentlemen, good of you to come." The voice was deep and gravelly.
Lenin introduced himself and Hayes.
"I am familiar with you, General Ostanovich. My sources tell me I am to listen to what you propose and decide the merits."
"We appreciate the audience," Lenin said.
"I thought here in the crypt the safest place for our talk. It is private beyond reproach. Mother Earth will shield us from any inquisitive ears. And perhaps the souls of the great men buried here, my predecessors, might inspire me to the proper course."
Hayes wasn't fooled by the explanation. The proposal they were about to extend was not something a man in Adrian's position could afford to have become public. It was one thing to consequently benefit, quite another to openly participate in a treasonous conspiracy--particularly for a man who was supposed to be above politics.
"I wonder, gentlemen, why should I even consider what you propose? Since the end of the Great Interruption, my church has enjoyed an unparalleled resurgence. With the Soviets gone, there is no more persecution or restrictions. We have baptized new members by the tens of thousands, and churches are opening every day. Soon we will be back to where we were before the communists arrived."
"But there could be so much more," Lenin said.
The old man's eyes flashed bright like coals in a dying fire. "And it is that possibility
that intrigues me. Please explain."
"An alliance with us will secure your place with the new tsar."
"But any tsar will have no choice but to work with the church. The people would demand no less."
"We live in a new age, Patriarch. A public relations campaign can cause more damage than any repressive police force ever could. Think about it. The people are starving, yet the church continues to erect gilded monuments. You parade about in embroidered robes, but lament when the faithful don't support their parishes with adequate contributions. All the support you now enjoy could be eroded by a few well-publicized scandals. Some of the men in our association control the largest media outlets--newspapers, radio, television--and much can be done with that power."
"I am shocked that a man of your stature would utter such threats, General." The words were strong, though voiced calmly.
Lenin appeared unfazed by the rebuke. "This is a difficult time, Patriarch. Much is at stake. Military officers are not paid enough to feed themselves, much less their families. There are invalids and disabled veterans receiving nothing in the way of a pension. Just last year, five hundred line officers killed themselves. An army that once shook the world is now decimated to the point of nothing. Our government has crippled the military complex. I doubt, Holiness, that any of our missiles could even leave their silos. This nation is defenseless. Our only saving grace is that no one, as yet, knows this."
The patriarch considered the diatribe. "How could my church be of aid to the coming change?"
"The tsar will need the full support of the church," Lenin said.
"He would have that anyway."
"Byfull support I mean whatever may be necessary to assure that popular opinion is controlled. The press must be free, at least in principle, the people allowed to voice dissent, within reason. The whole idea of a tsarist return is a break with the oppressive past. The church could be of valuable assistance to ensure a stable, long-lasting government."
"What you really mean is that others in league with you don't want to risk the church opposing them. I am not ignorant, General. I know themafiya is part of your group. Not to mention the leeches from the government ministry who are every bit as bad. You, General, are one thing. They are quite another."
Hayes knew the old man was right. Government ministers were nearly universally on the take from either themafiya or the new rich. Bribes were a standard way to conduct the
public's business. So he asked, "Would you rather have communists?"
The patriarch turned to him. "What would an American know of this?"
"It has been my business for