'Forgive me, Yerev, but did Lev not spy for us?'
'For the Soviets, you mean. Maybe. So that visiting American said. But who knows the truth about these things?'
'Burn the papers, Yerev.' Asia tapped the charcoal grill with a skewer. 'They're trouble.'
Yerev thought about it, contemplated the glowing charcoal, looked at the papers in his hand. Then he said, 'No. They're good news. This stuff might be worth a few drams. We'll take them straight to the Byurakan Observatory. There are people there who know about things like this.' He turned to Piotr, beaming. 'Who knows, we might even get a new Skoda out of it.'
Asia sighed. 'Always dreaming.'