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BUTTERFLY AND FALCON (Part 34)

   By KATZMAREK (C)

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   Author's note.

   This is a work of fiction based on fact.  Opinions and interpretations
of events expressed are my own and as such are entirely contestable.

   This remains my property and may not be used for gain without my express
permission in writing.

   ----------------------------------

   Benin and John's apartment was in a block that had been faithfully
restored to its original, pre-war condition.  It had magnificent views of
Veliky Yaroslav's palace complete with the half-dozen or so Orthodox
churches within its grounds.  Part of Novgorod State University occupied
the palace now, particularly the Faculty of Antiquities.

   Benin looked out of the window at the twin onion domes of the Church of
the Asumption.  It was floodlit, the white light gleaming on the polished
gold.  Where once the Orthodox cross perched atop the spires, now the Red
Star shone in the artificial beams.

   The domes themselves had been labouriously dismantled as the Germans
approached in 1941 and stored for safekeeping.  Their resurrection in 1946
was an occasion for festivities.  Benin smiled as she recalled the teams of
gymnasts and militiamen going about their drills while red flags waved and
an orchestra played.  As everything in Russia, it had propaganda value and
she wondered what pious old Yaroslav would have made of it all.

   Below her was Lenin street leading to October Square.  A brass statue of
the founder of the USSR stood in typical pose, arm outstretched, appealing
to the masses.  Kniaz Suvurov, the warrior-monk of ancient Muscovy, gazed
West, as if his very stare would whither the invader.  Soviet iconography
settled like a dust over ancient Russia, she thought, and lay uneasily upon
its History.

   Through the bedroom she could hear the muffled sounds of Jana and John
reacquainting.  She smiled to herself and took a final sip of her wine.

   ----------------------------------------

   Opening the door to the bedroom Benin stood still in surprise.  There on
the bed lay John and Jana wearing nothing but smiles.  They were completely
uncovered, both on their backs and with their legs spread.

   John lay sipping wine, his chest glistening with sweat and his dick,
semi erect, rolled against his tummy.

   "Hi, honey!" he said to her, the merest hint of guilt in his voice.

   "Hi!" she replied, waving.

   Jana's skin, too, glistened from exertion.  Her big breasts wobbled on
her chest, her nipples puckered and engorged.  Between her legs, he reddish
hair was damp and her pussy gaped.  For Benin, two more sexier sights
couldn't be imagined.

   Slowly, Benin undid the buttons of her blouse.  Jana stared straight at
her, eyes full of mischief, licking her lips.

   "What took you so long?" Jana asked.  Her voice was husky and throbbed
with lust.

   "I get to have him every night," Benin replied.

   "Ah, but *I* don't have *you* every night," Jana told her.

   John's dick began to stir as he looked from one woman to the other.

   ------------------------------------------

   77 Squadron, Royal Australian Air Force had arrived in Korea in late
1950.  It was clear by the end of that year that their aircraft, North
American P-51 'Mustangs,' were not up to the opposition.  Their arrival had
coincided with the that of the Soviet 64th Fighter Aviation Corps based
near the Yalu River.  The 64th FAC, consisting of the 50th, 151, 324th and
the 303rd Guards Fighter Divisions, were all equipped with the new MiG-15.
The Korean War signalled the end of the era of the propeller-driven
fighter.

   77 re-equipped with the Gloster Meteor Mk-8, a twin jet fighter-bomber
designed towards the end of WW2.  While the USAF took on the MiG-15
challenge with the F-86 'Sabre,' the Australians had to fight back with a
heavy jet fighter already nearing obsolescence.

   When 'Oz' Callaghan arrived in December 1951 for his 9 Month tour of
duty with the 77th, morale was at a low ebb.  14 of the Squadron's
'Mustangs' had been shot down before the Australians converted to
'Meteors.' By the time 'Oz' arrived, 5 'Meteors' had been lost, mostly to
Russian ace Kojedub and the crack Soviet 324th Fighter Aviation Division.

   The 64th FAC was technically based across the border in China.  In
reality, most of the Corps' forward bases were in North Korea.  The Corps
was led by General Lobov, one of the foremost tacticians in the V.V-S.  The
MiG-15 was nicknamed 'Stalin's Falcon' and the 64th was one of the first
all jet Fighter Corps in the V.V-S.

   But going into 1952 the stunning dominance the MiG had in the skys over
Korea was starting to run out of steam.  Firstly, the Kremlin was anxious
to shift the burden of the air war from Soviet pilots to the Chinese and
North Korean 'Popular Unity Air Defence Corps of the People's Army.'
Secondly, the USN's F9Fs, the USAF's F-80s, the RAAF's 'Meteors' and other
clearly inferior aircraft were being withdrawn or directed to other, less
vulnerable, tasks.  The F-86 'Sabre' was very nearly an even match for the
Soviet fighter and, in the hands of the USAF pilots, gained a tactical
superiority over the hastily trained 'PUADC' pilots.

   The Chinese admitted to losing around 240 MiG-15s in combat.  The North
Korean losses are unknown but are probably at least as high.  Soviet losses
were much less and well below the 700 or so claimed by the USAF.  Soviet
'kills' were inflated too, according to Lobov after the war, by as much as
a third.  American sources claim a 1 to 10 ratio in their favour, but 1 to
5 seems more probable.  In all, MiG losses rose spectacularly following the
withdrawal of the 64th FAC, their replacement by PUADC, and the advent of
the F-86.

   Secret tactical and technical reports were all sent to back to Russia
for analysis.  New tactics were evolved, as did the MiG-17; designed to
remedy the perceived shortcomings of the MiG-15.

   By January 1952, 77th Squadron had switched to pin point bombing.  A
hiatus had developed in the bombing campaign, due to the vulnerability of
the USAF's B-29s.  The 'Meteor,' with its rugged construction, could take a
lot of ground fire and still fly home.

   But, at grass height, an experience 'Oz' shared with John Greehaugh,
meant taking on the well-trained flak batteries.  The North Koreans had
developed a speciality in Anti-Aircraft Defences, thanks in part to the
training imparted by the attached AA personnel of the 64th FAC.

   It was in mid January, during a raid against a bridge over the Yalu,
that 'Oz's' 'Meteor' was hit by flak.  With his hydraulic lines punctured,
he realised it was only a matter of time before his aircraft became
unflyable.  Ejecting, he quickly fell into the hands of the North Koreans.

   At the time, Colonel Ioann Khrinov, alias John Greenhaugh, was
Vice-Commander of a Fighter Aviation Division in Western Russia.  The
Division had only partially converted from propeller-driven aircraft to
jets, thanks to the priority of the Korean War.  Nevertheless, news of the
war was scarce and Russian involvement barely mentioned.  Already, Cold War
rules were being observed.

   So, at the time, he had no idea that American and Commonwealth prisoners
were being held by the Koreans and, indeed, some had found their way into
Russia under the 'care' of the KGB.

   ---------------------------------------

   The branch line cut deep into the Stanovoy Khrebet leading to the mines
at Chulman.  From there a road of sorts led the 800 kilometres North to
Yakutsk, believed to be one of the coldest places on earth in Winter.

   But life in Eastern Siberia was harsh regardless of where you were.  The
climate, isolation and the unrelenting boredom had sent many out of the
wits.

   The prisoners of GULAG 145H had heard that the Korean War had finished,
or, at least, had passed into a continuous truce.  'Oz' had been shown a
three Month old copy of Tass by a sympathetic GULAG guard.  That would've
been, what three years ago now?  'Oz' had no idea why they were still
there. The Guards had no idea either but orders were orders.

   But this captivity was better than being in the Pyongyang shithole where
he first ended up after being shot down.  His memories had faded and now
lay like a nightmare in his subconscious to plague him at night.

   First there was the arsehole they call 'Billy the Brute' who liked to
wire people to a hand generator.  But even *that* you got used to, until he
attached electrodes to your dick.  'Oz' had never felt pain like it.  The
mere thought sent bile rushing towards his throat, even now.

   It wasn't obvious what the North Koreans wanted out of him.  He was an
Australian serviceman fighting for the United Nations.  He was doing his
duty.  What the fuck else did they want?

   So there he had been, building a railway in the middle of Siberia.  The
line was finished last year, what?  That would've been 1955?  The prisoners
had built their own huts, using timber from the forests, and lived on the
meagre supplies the GULAG gave them.

   But now that the railway was finished at least they could go out and
fish in the river.  Sometimes they'd lay traps for game; they all did, even
the guards; anything to counteract the unrelenting tedium of men stuck in
the middle of nowhere with nothing to do.

   John flickered like a distant beacon of hope to 'Oz'.  He had tried for
years to persuade one of the guards to take a letter, but all had refused.
It would be more than their life's worth, they told him.  But one day, 'Oz'
thought, one day, he'd find someone who'll do it.  That thought kept him
going.

   Like many things in Russia, much was rumoured but little really known
about.  The system discouraged questions and praised loyalty.  Indeed there
was a long tradition of not meddling in things that didn't concern you. 
'If there were such things as labour camps, there must be a reason and, in
any case, was none of my business.'

   But 1956 was a signal year for the GULAG system.  Many political
prisoners received amnesties and were released.  Camps were dismantled,
however, the system didn't disappear officially until the late eighties. 
The small group of Korean War prisoners, though, had a problem.  Because
they weren't officially acknowledged as existing, to release them would be
an embarrassment to Moscow.

   No reliable figures exist for that reason.  Every Mother who had a son
listed as 'Missing in Action' might well cling to the hope that he's alive
somewhere and being held by the Soviets.  There was never as many claimed
by, in particular, the US, but rather more than even the most liberal
Russian reformist would admit.

   But was 'Oz' a victim of some secret Soviet policy of prisoner
'rendition' and interrogation or an accident of wartime?  Probably both, or
maybe the answer was something far simpler?

   General Lobov was Commander of the Soviet 64th FAC and responsible for
training the North Koreans and Chinese pilots who, it was hoped, would
replace Russian pilots in the air war over Korea.  Lobov had been a fighter
pilot in the Great Patriotic War and, with air ace Kojedub, had got to know
many Allied pilots during his time in Germany.  Both of them developed a
profound respect for American, British and Commonwealth pilots who, after
all, shared a common cause against Nazi Germany.

   Both he and the charismatic Kojedub, both Heroes of the Soviet Union
and, in Kojedub's case a three time holder of this highest honour, were
deeply disturbed at the conditions under which Allied pilots were being
held in North Korea.  Acting to the very limit of his authority he may have
managed to obtain the release of a few of these prisoners into the hands of
the NKVD and later, the KGB.  That this good deed would've had unexpected
ramifications for 'Oz' and his fellow prisoners couldn't be forseen.  It is
unlikely Lobov had any idea of their subsequent fate and, in all
probability, expected them to be released once the truce was signed.

   But the Soviet Union was engaged in a bitter propaganda war with the
West.  Officially the USSR was not an active participant in the Korean War.
The MiGs of 64th FAC were forbidden to operate below the 38th parallel for
fear they could be shot down and the Russian pilots presented to the World.
For that reason it was politically undesirable to have to admit that there
were any Korean War prisoners in the Soviet Union.

   At first 'Oz' was sent to a labour camp run by GULAG.  Following the
completion of the mining railway, however, things began to marginally
improve.  The GULAG 145H was officially closed but the very isolation of
the community made release into the outside World problematic.  While other
Political camp inmates were transported back to civilisation, 'Oz' and five
of his comrades were left where they were.  The authorities, apparently,
had no idea what to do with them.

   -----------------------------------

   In Townsville, Queensland, Australia, Catalina had been lobbying the
Federal Government since the war ended for news of her husband.  'Oz' had
been seen to parachute to safety and was presumed to be in the hands of the
North Koreans.  However, with the release of Australian prisoners, no word
was forthcoming about 'Oz's fate.  Sure, some of his fellow prisoners from
Pyongyang had seen him being marched away by North Korean guards but the
prevailing opinion, and that of the Australian Government, was that he'd
probably been executed.

   That wasn't good enough for Catalina.  She wanted confirmation and a
body to grieve over if he'd been killed.  She pestered the Government
until, at last, they sent an intelligence officer to see her.

   The Officer, Stapleton, was dressed as a Captain in the Army.  He told
her that he'd served in Korea and, if anyone understood that country and
its conflict, he was that man.  He expressed sympathy and told her that,
unfortunately, the only way to get anything done was to get in the face of
the officials.

   "I am required to tell you, however," he said, "that the Government is
doing all it can."

   "And what is that?" Catalina demanded.

   "Not much," Stapleton shrugged.  "There is a standing committee at
Panmunjom and we make frequent enquiries about the fate of UN serviceman
believed to be held by North Korea.  Their standard response is, 'we know
nothing.' There are 'back channels,' as we call them, and we have some
theories..."

   "What theories?"

   "Some prisoners," He explained, "are believed to be held in Russia.  The
Soviets won't admit to them being there, so the Government has to tread
carefully.  The fear is that, if this should get into the newspapers, then
the Soviets will clam up.  You understand this is a very delicate matter
and..."

   "So you're asking me to shut up?"

   "I wouldn't quite put it that way, but yes, for Squadron Leader
Callaghan's sake it would be best.  In return, we promise to let you know
the minute we hear anything."

   "There is someone you might ask," Catalina said, thinking.  "There is an
old friend of 'Oz's who he fought alongside in Spain.  He's a New
Zealander, I have his name somewhere...  'Oz' used to talk about him all
the time..."

   "How would this man help" asked Stapleton.

   "Well he became an Officer in the Soviet Air Force.  'Oz' was posted to
his unit for a time."

   "In Russia?" replied the intelligence man in surprise.

   "Yes, in Russia.  The RAF sent over some Squadrons to serve alongside
the Russians."

   "Yes, I heard.  So 'Oz' was there...  and this New Zealander?"

   "Yes."

   "Can you give me his name?" Catalina told him all she knew and the man
promised to look into it.



   -----------------------------------------

   Stapleton, who'd been a Police detective in Melbourne before World War
Two, was not a man who easily gave up a promising line of enquiry.  When he
reported Catalina's information to his boss at ACIO, however, he was told
to drop it.

   They knew about John already, but he was 'one who'd jumped the fence.' A
person who, it seemed, the merest contact with sullied one with the mark of
a traitor.  He was an embarrassment to the New Zealand and Australian
Governments and Stapleton was instructed to have nothing to do with him.

   But Stapleton knew the intelligence attache at the Australian Embassy in
Moscow.  Secretly, he sent him a private note asking the whereabouts of
John and the possibility of establishing some unofficial contact.

   A week later the reply duly arrived;

   'John Greenhaugh (Ioann Khrinhov) formally of Hawera, Taranaki, New
Zealand.'

   'Officially listed as defector some time in 1938.  Enlisted in the
Soviet Air Force early 1939 and currently holds the rank of General. 
Married to Benin ?  formally of Barcelona, Spain and a known Anarchist. 
They have four children'

   'Current address uncertain but believed to be in Novgorod.  Greenhaugh
is Director of the V.V-S Tactical School, Ilmen Ozero, Veliky-Novgorod.'

   Stapleton's friend had added;

   'He's a difficult man to reach both because of his rank in the Air Force
and because of Departmental policy re defectors.  I suggest we might try a
'back channel' through the KGB.  I have a mate over there and we do favours
for each other from time to time.'

   Some time later in one of the ennumerable small parks that dot the
centre of Moscow, two men sat together one day feeding the pigeons.  The
men appeared to be in their fifties, but solidly built as men who kept
themselves in good physical condition.

   "So, Ralph, what do you want with the General?"

   "Canberra wants to get in touch, that's all I know, Rhykov."

   "You think they want to snatch him back?"

   "No, you can have him.  We don't want a treason trial...  bad for
morale."

   "It has to be unofficial, you realise?"

   "Of course!  No-one wants this to come out, especially our side!"

   "Aha!" laughed Rhykov, "perhaps we need an article in Tass...  one of
your, 'human interest' stories, maybe?  'Ioann Khrinov, Hero of the Soviet
Union, formally of New Zealand, speaks out about Soviet achievements...'"

   "You dare!" the other man said, aghast, "your Cold War will get a little
cooler."

   "That's the trouble with you Australians," Rhykov said, laughing, "no
sense of humour."

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   At that moment, in far away Novgorod, John Greenhaugh and Jana Ivanova
strolled into the bedroom of Benin and John's spacious apartment to get
'reacquainted.' They both had Benin's blessing, for things had changed
considerably in the 11 years since the Great Patriotic War had finished.

   John had been stationed with his Fighter Aviation Regiment in Austria.
Under the shadow of the Tyrol, his mixed group of La-7s and 9s had
practiced low level tactics through the mountain passes.  But things were
going to come to an end there soon.

   Under the terms of the 1943 Moscow Declaration, Austria was to become
autonomous, although divided, like Germany, into four occupation zones. 
That arrangement came to an end in 1953, when all allied troops were
withdrawn and Austria became truly independent and neutral.

   Benin had visited him there on leave from the NKVD.  They'd just rented
a chalet up in the mountains for the weekend and were preparing to leave
when a transport plane landed.  Piloting the plane was none other than Jana
Ivanova.

   She came striding over to the couple dragging her flying kit.  John,
whose fearlessness in the skies was noteworthy, appeared to be suffering
from a panic attack.  As Jana approached he could barely speak and it was
up to Benin to introduce herself.  Both women were amused by John's
discomfort.  Jana couldn't help but tease him.

   "Reporting as ordered, Colonel sir," she said with mock formality.

   "Ordered?" John's mouth gaped ineffectually.

   "Ordered?" repeated Benin, trying to keep a straight face.

   "Yes sir, Colonel sir!" snapped Jana.  "Your orders were to report to
you personally for a debriefing, sir."

   "Debriefing, John?" Benin eyed him suspiciously in such a way that it
was plain she'd picked up Jana's double entendre.

   "I didn't, I never..." pleading John.

   "Perhaps," interrupted Benin, "she ought to report to the NKVD first?"

   "What?  You?  Why?" John babbled.

   "Perhaps we ladies *do* have some debriefing to do?" Jana contributed,
helpfully.

   "Perhaps," agreed Benin.  The two women walked past John arm and arm and
made it to the office before dissolving into laughter.

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