"That hasn't stopped you from taking Eastern Europe and trying to do the same thing in Afghanistan," said Smith.
"Men. We are lucky to have you as an enemy. Now we have someone to wage some kinds of war against. Do you know why we fight wars? Because that's what we've always done. Do you know why we have yet to build successful socialism?"
Smith shook his head.
"Because no one has done it. And I'll tell you what you have done, jerk. In defeating us so handily in Sornica, you now have all our idiot generals planning revenge just like after the Cuban missile crisis. Little boys' egos are now at work, bankrupting my country and endangering yours. If you wish to kill me, go ahead. I can't stop you. It's what morons do. You can kill someone, so go ahead and do it."
"But how can we be sure we will not be compromised?"
"Because I may want to call on you someday, jerk, and you may want to call on me. There, you have it. An ally for peace or a corpse. Take your choice. Since you are a man, I assume I am dead."
"No one has ever called me a moron," said Smith.
"I bet Miss Ashford did," said Anna.
"How do you know about her?" asked Smith.
"You were taking her orders down in Sornica."
Smith sighed.
"All right. We'll take a chance."
"No choice anyway, Smitty. I'm not doing it," said Remo. "And neither will Chiun. You want to kill Anna, you'll have to figure out a way yourself, and probably over my dead body. Which means you won't."
Remo smiled at Anna.
"I'm thinking of giving you a crack at more than a wrist," he said.
"If you didn't come to me, I think I'd start an atomic war to get you," said Anna. Her voice was soft and low.
"Really?" said Remo, and Anna threw back her head and laughed.
"Only a man would believe something so stupid," she said, blowing him a kiss. "What egos you all have. It's a wonder we haven't been blown up yet."
Remo took Chiun out into the fresh air of Central Park beneath the late Vassily Rabinowitz' apartment. The lights of the city glowed around them. Remo worked Chiun's spine to get the nervous system working toward healing itself.
"Where am I?" asked Chiun.
"Just came out of hypnotism. You locked eyes with the late Vassily Rabinowitz."
"Did I do anything embarrassing?" asked Chiun, rubbing his chest where Remo had stopped his blow from going further.
"No. Never, little father," said Remo.
"Did someone land a blow on me?" asked Chiun, horrified.
"No, little father. No one could do that," said Remo.
"Then how did I get this contusion?" asked Chiun.
"I think Vassily hypnotized you into fighting yourself, little father."
"Really?" asked Chiun. "And who won?"
"You, of course, little father. No one can beat you," said Remo, and he felt in the night all around them the great yes of the universe. It was love.
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