“We are divided, which is not a bad thing of itself. Out of division comes compromise for the good of the nation and co-operation.”
“Understood,” Brezhnev said. “We will vote now.” He looked down the table at the group. “All those who favor changing our position on this matter will please raise their hands.” Plotovsky and the four men on his side of the table raised their hands.
“All in favor of continuing the policy will raise their hands.” The five men across the table from the Plotovsky group raised their hands.
“A tie,” Brezhnev said. “As I expected. Before I cast my vote we will hear from the advocates from both sides and whatever witnesses each side desires to call. Comrade Plotovsky, as the senior member of the Politburo in terms of age and service, will speak first.”
“I request that Comrades Igor Shevenko and Anton Simonov be called, Comrade,” Plotovsky said. Brezhnev nodded and the secretary went to the door that led into the anteroom where Shevenko and Simonov were waiting and summoned both men. He led them to the table and seated them at the foot of the table, facing Brezhnev, who nodded and smiled his greeting.
Sergei Pomonvitz, the leader of the opposition, raised his hand.
“I request that Admiral Zurahv and his party be present, Comrade Secretary.” The aide went to the door of the other anteroom and ushered Admiral Zurahv and General Mishicoff into the room. The secretary brought two chairs to the table and Shevenko and Simonov shifted their chairs so they were aligned on Plotovsky’s side. Admiral Zurahv and General Mishicoff sat opposite them. Brezhnev smiled at the Admiral and the General and turned to Plotovsky.
“We will hear your arguments first, Comrade Plotovsky.” He looked down at the table. “The witnesses will respond when asked to do so.”
“We, my group, are convinced that the present policy of pushing the United States and the West into a corner from which they cannot extricate themselves by means other than nuclear war or surrender is needlessly dangerous,” Plotovsky began. The fierce lizard eyes darted a glance at Admiral Zurahv.
“We find ourselves in the position where our policy is being dictated by the military. The United States has struck back without the knowledge of its president or its Congress because of the actions of an American admiral. We have lost an attack submarine, one of our newest and finest. The United States has lost one of its ballistic missile submarines.
“We submit this has gone far enough. It is time to call a halt. It is our opinion that this can be done with honor. We do not advocate relaxing the vigilance we must always exert to survive in this world. We do not argue that it is wrong to attack if we are in danger but we argue that this is not the time, not the way, that such an attack should be started.” He leaned back in his chair, his eyes on the group across the table.
“Comrade,” Sergei Pomonvitz said, “we all know that the Soviet Union lives constantly under the danger of a surprise attack from the Americans and the Chinese. The Chinese have already begun their campaign of harassment along our borders, serious incidents that require the use of a great deal of manpower and equipment to hold at bay.
“We, our military experts,” he nodded his head toward Admiral Zurahv and General Mishicoff, “have ample, more than ample evidence that the border strikes by the Chinese are a diversionary tactic to blind us to the true intentions of the United States. We do not believe the American retaliation to our weapons test was done without the knowledge of President Milligan. We all know what the mood is in the United States toward the Soviet Union. They are our enemies, Comrades! They mean to divert us with the Chinese and then smash us, burn us, with nuclear missiles! And when that is done they will send in the Chinese hordes to suffer the residual nuclear radiation poisoning while they clean up the wreckage of what was once the Soviet Union.” He turned to Admiral Zurahv.
“I request that Admiral Zurahv give us his thoughts, Comrades.”
The bulky Admiral frowned, his small eyes almost hidden in the puffy rolls of flesh of his face.
“There is no doubt in our minds that the retaliation taken by the United States was done with the full knowledge of the American president.” He leaned back in his chair.
“We are asked to believe that one American admiral, not the top admiral in the American Navy, mind you, we are asked to believe that this one American admiral took it upon himself to enter into a state of war with the Soviet Union without informing his president or the Congress of the United States.
“That, Comrades, I submit is impossible! Could I do such a thing? Of course not! This admiral, his name is Brannon, is an anachronism. He commands the submarines of the American Atlantic Fleet yet he is not qualified to even command one of his nuclear submarines! He is a political admiral and as such would not dare to take the retaliatory step that was taken.
“I therefore submit, and my opinion is backed by General Mishicoff and the GRU, that the United States president initiated this retaliatory action because. .” His heavy hand slapped the table in front of him. “Because the warmongers in the United States, the munitions manufacturers and the Soviet Union haters used the loss of one of their submarines due to unknown causes to provoke a war against us. They produced a faked photograph to prove that their submarine had been attacked. They produced faked evidence that only one of our submarines could have been the attacker.” His hand curled into a fist and he pounded the table gently.
“The photograph that Comrade Shevenko gave to me as proof that the Americans knew how their submarine was lost is a fake! The American submarine is on the bottom in twelve thousand feet of water and our experts say, without fear of contradiction, Comrades, that it is impossible to take photographs of anything at that depth!”
Leonid Plotovsky spat into his handkerchief. “Admiral, what do you take us for? Dogs that salivate when you ring your bell? Who are you, who are we to say that the Americans cannot take pictures of the ocean floor at whatever depth? Do we know this? No! We presume it because we cannot do it at this time.
“What you are forgetting is that Israeli Intelligence working in co-operation with Comrade Shevenko because the Israelis are not fools and fear a nuclear war, have documented every step the Americans have taken. Documented it, Admiral! Everything Israeli Intelligence has told Comrade Shevenko has been borne out!”
“Jews!” The word came out of General Mishicoff’s mouth as if it were a wad of spit. “Jews! Who can believe them? They are hand in glove with the American imperialists. If we are destroyed they rule the Middle East and Africa. Their evidence is worthless!”
Leonid Plotovsky, his lined face calm, turned to Igor Shevenko. “You all know Comrade Shevenko, you know his record as Chief of the First Directorate of the KGB. I submit that Comrade Shevenko’s loyalty, his patriotism, is beyond question. I equate it with my own. Comrade Shevenko?”
“Comrades,” Shevenko said in his deep voice. “I appreciate the kind words from Comrade Plotovsky, I am grateful I am allowed, by your permission, to serve my country as I do. I have little to say other than what I have learned in my contacts with the Israeli intelligence service which, I must add, is excellent. Almost as good as our own.
“The Israelis have at least one or more deep moles within the American defense establishment. Their information is detailed and very accurate. As Comrade Plotovsky has pointed out, in this particular case they have warned us of events to come and those warnings have been borne out.
“I would not say that the Israelis are giving us this intelligence thinking that if we are attacked and crippled or destroyed they can take over more than one hundred million Arabs.” He frowned. “That is a large mouthful for a nation of about four million people to chew, Comrades. The Israelis fear a nuclear war because if it happens they will be swallowed up by the Arab states.” He put his large, square hands on the table in front of him and studied them with his eyes. He looked up.