Avvakum’s eyes widened at the prospect of not only being paid but being paid in a currency whose value wouldn’t evaporate like the ruble.
‘The firm would also pay to relocate you to Moscow,’ Zoshchenko continued, ‘where a private laboratory would be equipped for your work. You will reside in a nice apartment building off Tverskaya Ulitsa, not far from the Bolshoi Theater.’
‘How do you know this company can do what it says?’ she wondered, afraid it was all too good to be true.
‘I can assure you that this firm is reputable and well financed. It has dealings around the world and its founder is a confidant of the President. It has already established an account containing approximately one million American dollars in funding for this project. As an added incentive to you, should any marketable product result from your work, you will be awarded shares of ownership in the company. This is an opportunity to create something worth-while for yourself and your country. In truth, it is far more important than what you are doing here.’
Avvakum felt dizzy. She’d dreamed of escaping this place, of returning to civilization somewhere, but never did she imagine such an opportunity. The world had changed so much in the past ten years. Economics had replaced ideology, and consumer goods were more important than weapons.
‘I don’t know what to say. Of course I accept.’
Zoshchenko smiled. ‘Wonderful. I think you’ll find your new position very rewarding. I’ll make arrangements for you and your belongings to be transported to Moscow. Make whatever preparations you feel necessary to turn your current work over to your replacement.’
Zoshchenko extended her hand across the desk; Lara Avvakum grasped it heartily.
‘I can’t thank you enough,’ Avvakum said, on the verge of tears. ‘This is beyond anything I could have dreamed of.’
‘Lara,’ Zoshchenko said, smiling, ‘this is not the same Russia we were born to anymore.’
19
When she left Moscow a lifetime ago, Avvakum had journeyed east aboard a cramped and ancient car on the Trans-Siberian Railway. For her return trip, a corporate jet waited to whisk her from Sverdlovsk 23 to freedom. As she walked across the tarmac, she saw VIO FinProm’s logo, a golden double eagle on a field of royal blue, emblazoned on the jet’s triangular tail.
‘Welcome aboard, Dr Avvakum,’ the uniformed pilot said as she stepped into the luxurious cabin of the needle-nosed aircraft. Inside she saw Zoshchenko talking with a distinguished-looking man. Both rose as she approached.
‘Lara, it’s good to see you again. I would like to introduce your patron, Victor Ivanovich Orlov.’
Orlov clasped Avvakum’s offered hand with both of his; the grip was firm but gentle. ‘I’ve looked forward to meeting you, Lara. Oksanna has told me a lot about you.’
‘Thank you,’ Avvakum said shyly, not sure how to respond to Orlov’s attention.
‘What do you think of my new jet?’ Orlov crowed proudly.
‘I’ve never seen anything like it.’
‘Considering where you’ve spent the past decade, I’m not surprised. It’s the latest design from Dassault. Supersonic. Capable of Mach one point eight. It’ll only take about two hours to fly to Moscow from here.’
‘Two hours! My last trip by train took days.’
‘Welcome to the twenty-first century.’
The pilot sealed the fuselage door and walked into the passenger cabin. ‘We’re just about ready to leave. If you’ll please take your seats.’
‘Thank you, Brody,’ Orlov replied.
Orlov motioned to a wide leather captain’s chair. Avvakum sat and felt herself slowly melting into the supple material as the chair conformed to her shape.
‘Don’t get so comfortable that you fall asleep on me, Lara,’ Orlov warned. ‘I still want to talk with you.’
Avvakum, Orlov, and Zoshchenko buckled themselves in for takeoff as the jet’s three engines began powering up. A subtle change in the frequency of the engines’ whine accompanied a gradual forward motion of the aircraft. Were it not for the visual cues passing by the cabin windows, Avvakum might not have been able to tell they were moving.
The sleek white jet taxied out to the end of the runway, where it paused for a minute. In the distance members of the airport ground crew stood outside the hangars watching the jet take off. The engines wound up again, louder than before, and the thirty-four-meter-long, delta-winged javelin hurtled across the runway. The world raced past the windows in a blur of colors as the aircraft’s speed increased to the point at which it freed itself from the ground. Minutes later they broke through a layer of low-lying clouds and into a blue sunlit sky.
‘It’s so beautiful,’ Avvakum said as she stared out at the billowy cloud tops.
‘Isn’t it,’ Orlov agreed. ‘Shall we get to the business at hand?’
‘Of course,’ Avvakum agreed, a little embarrassed at her naive display.
‘For security purposes, Oksanna has told you little about what you’ll be working on for me. I assume that you’re curious about the project.’
Avvakum nodded.
‘I’ll give you a little background information first. My company was involved in a research project with an American corporation. Both sides provided funding and staff, and most of the work was carried out in the United States. This project ran for almost two years, but then there was an explosion in the lab. Following that incident, my American partners dissolved our collaboration claiming a loss of faith in the project.’
‘Do you still have people working on this project?’
‘Nyet. One of the men I sent to the United States was killed in the accident. The other decided to stay there. What I do have is all their research. Are you comfortable with English?’
‘I am reasonably proficient.’
‘Good, because all the project materials are in English. My researchers were bilingual — theirs were not — so the project documentation was kept in the common language. Since this is going to be your project from now on, you can choose any language you like, as long as it’s Russian.’
Avvakum and Zoshchenko laughed along with Orlov’s joke.
‘Will I be working with anyone?’
‘In the beginning, no. Oksanna and I have discussed this, and we believe that it will take you several months to completely familiarize yourself with the work. Once you have an understanding of what you are dealing with, then you can make a recommendation to me regarding your staffing needs. I want you to pick your own people.’
Avvakum smiled. When the time came, she would have the opportunity to select the best people she could find rather than struggling with someone else’s castoffs.
‘Can you tell me more about the project?’ Avvakum asked.
‘Oksanna, would you?’ Orlov deferred.
‘Da, Victor Ivanovich.’ Zoshchenko took a moment to compose her thoughts. ‘You are, of course, familiar with negative energy state theory.’
‘Certainly. The early theoretical work in this area brought about the prediction of antimatter, which has since been proved to exist.’
‘Well, our researchers were studying the use of fluctuating electrical fields on evacuated chambers to see whether they could develop a better method for producing and containing antimatter. The result of these experiments was a device that outputs roughly two thousand times the amount of energy they put into it.’
‘I would like to see that,’ Avvakum said skeptically.
‘You will,’ Orlov promised.