The Cardinal of the Kremlin - Tom Clancy [133]
"Come on, Eddieeee!" Mary Pat screamed as the second period began. Her son looked up in embarrassment. His mom always got too excited at these things, he thought.
"Who was that?" Misha asked, five meters away.
"Over there, the skinny one-we met her, remember?" Yazov said.
"Well, she's a fan," Filitov noted as he watched the action swing to the other end. Please, Comrade Minister, you do it He got his wish.
"Let's go over and say hello." The crowd parted before them, and Yazov sidled up on her left.
"Mrs. Foley, I believe?"
He got a quick turn and a quicker smile before she turned back to the action. "Hello, General-"
"Actually, my rank is Marshal, Your son is number twelve?"
"Yes, and did you see how the goalie robbed him!"
"It was a fine save." Yazov said.
"Then let him do it to somebody else!" she said as the other team started moving into Eddie's end.
"Are all American fans like you?" Misha asked.
She turned again, and her voice showed a little embarrassment. "It's terrible, isn't it? Parents are supposed to act-"
"Like parents?" Yazov laughed.
"I'm turning into a little-league mom," Mary Pat admitted. Then she had to explain what that was.
"It is enough that we've taught your son to be a proper hockey wingman."
"Yes, perhaps he'll be on the Olympic team in a few years," she replied with a wicked, though playful smile. Yazov laughed. That surprised her. Yazov was supposed to be a tight, serious son of a bitch.
"Who's the woman?"
"American. Her husband's the press attache. Her son's on this team. We have a file on both of them. Nothing special."
"Pretty enough. I didn't know Yazov was a lady's man."
"Do you suppose he wants to recruit her?" the photographer suggested, snapping away.
"I wouldn't mind."
The game had unexpectedly settled down into a defense struggle that hovered around center ice. The children lacked the finesse necessary for the precise passing that marked Soviet hockey, and both teams were coached not to play an overly physical game. Even with their protective equipment, they were still children whose growing bones didn't need abuse. That was a lesson the Russians could teach Americans, Mary Pat thought. Russians had always been highly protective of their young. Life for adults was difficult enough that they always tried to shield their children from it.
Finally, in the third period, things broke loose. A shot on goal was stopped, and the puck rebounded out from the goalie. The center took it and turned, racing directly for the opposite goal, with Eddie twenty feet to his right. The center passed an instant before being poke-checked, and Eddie swept around to the corner, unable to take a shot at the goal and blocked from approaching it himself by a charging defenseman.
"Center it!" his mother screamed. He didn't hear her, but didn't need to. The center was now in place, and Eddie fired the puck to him. The youthful center stopped it with his skate, stepped back, and sent a blazing shot between the legs of the opposing goalie. The light behind the cage flashed, and sticks went soaring into the air.
"Fine centering pass," Yazov noted with genuine admiration. He continued on in a chiding tone. "You realize that your son now possesses State secrets, and we cannot allow him to leave the country."
Mary Pat's eyes widened in momentary alarm, persuading Yazov that she was indeed a typical bubbleheaded Western female, though she was probably quite a handful in bed. Too bad that I'll never find out.
"You're joking?" she asked quietly. Both the soldiers broke out into laughter.
"The Comrade Minister is most certainly joking," Misha said after a moment.
"I thought so!" she said rather unconvincingly before she turned back to the game. "Okay, let's get another one!"
Heads turned briefly, mainly in amusement. Having this American at the game was always good for a laugh. Russians find the exuberance of Americans immensely entertaining.
"Well, if she's a spy, I'll eat this camera."
"Think on what you just said, Comrade," the officer in charge whispered. The amusement in his voice died in