Inside the Russian Embassy in London a KGB colonel puffed a cigarette as he read the handwritten note for the third time.There was no need for the writer to express regret, he though.Correcting this problem would be easy.He would do that in a moment.The thought of it caused a grim smile to appear and joy to his heart.But he pushed away those thoughts and turned his attention to a framed photograph on his desk. His wife was beautiful, he told himself as he remembered the day they were married.That was forty-three years ago, and it had been the proudest and happiest day of his life.
在倫敦的俄國使館,一位克格勃上校一邊吞云吐霧,一邊讀著一張手寫的字條,這已是他第三次在讀這張字條了。便條的作者不必表示遺憾了,上校這樣想著。糾正這個錯誤其實很容易。他只要一會兒工夫便會做到。想到這里,他的臉上不禁浮現(xiàn)出一種可怕的笑容,他內(nèi)心深處既傷感而又快活。上校從沉思中游離出來,將注意力集中到桌子上的一個像框上,他的妻子是位美麗的女人,當(dāng)想起他們成婚的那一天時他不禁自語道。那已是43年前的事情了,可卻是他一生中最自豪最幸福的日子。