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.

　　在伦敦的俄国使馆，一位克格勃上校一边吞云吐雾，一边读着一张手写的字条，这已是他第三次在读这张字条了。便条的作者不必表示遗憾了，上校这样想着。纠正这个错误其实很容易。他只要一会儿工夫便会做到。想到这里，他的脸上不禁浮现出一种可怕的笑容，他内心深处既伤感而又快活。上校从沉思中游离出来，将注意力集中到桌子上的一个像框上，他的妻子是位美丽的女人，当想起他们成婚的那一天时他不禁自语道。那已是43年前的事情了，可却是他一生中最自豪最幸福的日子。