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Sergi Malcovich didn't give a damn if Ivar was not to be trusted after his many years in the United States, and was not to be told of the abduction until after it had taken place.  Sergi had his directive and he planned on executing it expeditiously.  Wounded or not.  Willard Modert had told Sergi precisely what to do.  Now that the opportunity had presented itself, Sergi was supremely confident of his abilities.  He had not had time to be corrupted, like the despicable Ivar Cousin.

Sergi hurried after the women in his hard leather shoes with a burning hole in his right thigh and watched the women fly toward the end of the jogging path on Doheny Avenue.  He didn't know if he could catch them, but he would make a valiant try.  Blood was trickling down his thigh, soaking his sock and making his shoe a sticky mess.  He thought he must look a little foolish among the California exercise freaks who made jogging a spectator's sport, with their trendy exercise cloths.  He was dressed in a heavy business suit, but he didn't care.  Anything was tolerated here in Los Angeles. 

The focus of the KGB had been to find out about a new American weapon breakthrough in computer technology.  Sergi was to get the computer to a safe house with all due haste, as the Americans did not yet have it in their possession.  Sergi Malcovich was not considered a highly intelligent man, but he was unquestioningly loyal, obeyed without objection and spoke reasonable American English.  Anyway, his operative, Willard Modert, was running him personally.

As he hurried along Sergi cursed Ivar Cousin and vowed eternal vengeance on him for daring to shoot a fellow comrade.  Once this was over he promised himself a blood match. 

He watched as the red haired women took her car key out of her shoe lace and unlocked the door.  The women was tired and leaned against the top of the car.  He hoped they would stop and chat for a while and they did so, over the top of the yellow Mustang, regaining their breath after running so briskly.  Sergi slowed down so that he was just another man taking a stroll along the grassy side of the jogging path.  Luckily he was wearing dark pants, shoes and socks, so the blood dripping down his leg was not visible. 

Sergi's goal was to drive the women at gun point to the first rendezvous point.  Modert would take over with the drugs.  Later, arrangements would be made to transport the women out of the country.  It was a very unusual for any government agency to seriously attempt to kidnap American citizens, but the intelligence report had stated that the computer-woman was to be used as a new type of weapon, which had convinced the KGB that it was a worthwhile risk.  The Americans still thought the whole investigation might be a hoax.