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Very well - if you don't want to climb the stairs to Kerensky's office, wait down here by the door and make sure Reilly doesn't sneak out while I'm upstairs. Will that be within the bounds of your abilities and your arty-intellectual principles or would you rather find your way back to the hotel in the dark, alone? Now what? You're cold? It's bloody November in bloody St. Petersburg, what d'you expect - lunch at the Terresse, the only thing chilly being the champagne and the attitude of the waiter after he's found you've stiffed him on the tip again?
Oh, all right - I suppose they didn't bother to take your coat when they bundled you off to that cellar. Here, take mine - yes, I know it's a bit long for you, so try not to let it drag all over the snow. And don't blow your nose on the sleeve! No, you may not have the gloves. I'll need them so I won't leave fingerprints all over everything - bloody Sidney Reilly's not the only one who knows his way around espionage. Carr of the Consulate wouldn't be caught by a detail like that.
I just wish Cecily were here to decipher this diagram of the building's layout - from the way it looks, bloody thing's riddled with as many tunnels and secret passages as the trench system back in Flanders. Let's see - Kerensky's office is three doors down from this stairwell. Wait a minute - that's Lenin's foul brand of cigar on the landing - still smoldering. Well, I suppose it's the favourite of every down-at-the-heel Bolshie who makes a virtue out of parsimony, but what if....
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