Chapter 1 1
Sasha’s eyes were set in a huge pan-shaped head and he studied Arkady as someone who might share his misery. The bear was a towering beast but his customary roar was weakened by alcohol. His mate, Masha, sat on her rump, a half-empty bottle of champagne pressed to her breast. A plaque on the zoo guardrail read “Sasha and Masha, American Brown Bear (Ursus arctos horribilis).” That sounded about right, Arkady thought.
The bears had been released by somebody who had left a poster that declared “We Are Animals Too.” Arkady wasn’t going to dispute this.
At four in the morning the dark made every fairy-tale feature of the park into something grotesque. Statues became monsters. Shadows spread wings. Lions softly growled and polar bears manically paced back and forth.
Arkady was an Investigator of Special Cases, and if a bear running loose in the heart of Moscow was not a special case, he didn’t know what was. Victor, his partner, was an excellent detective when he was sober.
By the time they arrived, the zoo director had tagged Sasha and Masha with tranquilizer darts loaded with barbiturates that, combined with champagne, made a heady cocktail for even an Ursus arctos horribilis.
Masha slumped against a stone wall. Sasha’s every burp was a foul bubble and each snore resonated like a broken drum. One moment he seemed inert, the next he jerked upright and swept the air with a massive paw. A half dozen young zookeepers held poles like lances and cautiously surrounded the bears from a distance.
They were greeted by Victor’s sister, Nina, the zoo director, a take-charge kind of woman dressed in a sheepskin coat and hat. She was toting a tranquilizer gun.
She gave Arkady a firm handshake.
“Did you call for more help?” he asked.
“I don’t want police charging around the grounds,” she said. “That’s why I called you.”
“I am the police,” Victor said.
So much for Nina’s estimate of her brother.
Sasha and Masha were thirty meters away, lurching toward an ice cream cart. Together they shook it until the handle broke, then rocked it from side to side until it fell over. Discouraged, they lumbered back to their stone wall and collapsed to the ground.
Arkady’s father, General Renko, had hunted bears and warned him about people who thought they could outrun or outclimb them. “In case of an encounter, do not run; a bear is faster,” he said. “If he catches you, play dead.”
Arkady hoped that these young zookeepers had been trained to deal with brown bears. He had the feeling that Sasha could knock them over like tenpins.
“Tell me about last night,” Arkady said.
“We had a fund-raiser for patrons of the zoo in the main hall and there was a good deal of drinking and celebrating. We feed them, offer them champagne, and while they’re in a generous mood, we hold an auction. A cleanup crew put all the empty and half-empty bottles in bins to be picked up in the morning. It appears Sasha and Masha got into them.”
“How did they get out of their cage in the first place?”
“There’s been a lot of agitation by animal activists lately. It looks to me like an idealistic animal lover snuck in after everyone had gone, released the bears, and put up his poster as a protest. It had to be someone that the bears were familiar with.”
A classic inside job, Arkady thought.
“Apparently, one of your keepers has gone soft in the brain,” Victor said.
“And what do you auction at a zoo?” Arkady asked.
“The highest bidders are given the honor of having a baby giraffe named after them, or a private visit with a koala bear. Things of that nature.”
“In other words, it’s a crass display of money,” Victor said.
“We depend on wealthy people in high places to support the zoo.”
Not bad, Arkady thought. Had President Putin himself attended? He was known to like photo ops with lion cubs.
“Tell me about the bears,” he said.
“The female, Masha, is docile enough, but Sasha, the male, can be aggressive.”
“Poor bastards. They’ll probably be hosed down,” Victor said. “At least, that’s what they do to me in the drunk tank. Bears should be rambling through the wilds of Kamchatka in all their glory, scooping salmon out of streams and scaring the wits out of campers. Instead, they’re an embarrassment to nature.”
“Animals don’t suffer from the zoo experience,” Nina said. “Nothing could be further from the truth. Bears live longer in captivity than in the wild. They don’t mind.”
“And if you tickle a lab rat, it will giggle,” Victor said. “Can you kill a bear with that?” Victor nodded at her tranquilizer gun.
“Of course not,” Nina said. “The gun is for the bear’s protection.”
“Does the bear know that?”
“It’s just compressed air and barbiturates.” She pulled a dart with a pink pompom at its end. “We call it ‘chemical immobilization.’?”
“Masha’s on the move,” a zookeeper called out.
Masha wanted no part of the scene; she stood, sadly turned, and waddled back toward the open door of her caged den. A champagne bottle slipped from her grasp and rolled away. She sighed. The brief excursion had been excitement enough for her.
“She likes her den,” Arkady said.
“It’s called a habitat,” Nina corrected him.
“It’s a fucking circus,” said Victor.
Sasha was brokenhearted by Masha’s betrayal. He got to his feet, moaned, and swung his head from side to side.
“Now what?” Victor asked.
Nina dropped her voice. “It depends on whether Sasha follows Masha or goes to sleep. All we can do is wait.”
“How smart are they?” Arkady asked.
“At a guess, I’d say as intelligent as a three-year-old. That’s a very unscientific estimate.”
“A three-year-old giant with claws,” Victor said.
“On that order.”
“Let’s hope he needs a nap,” Arkady said. “Are bears your specialty?”
“Primatology.” She swept hair from her forehead. “I study apes.”
“Me too,” said Arkady.
“You had pets when you were a boy, didn’t you?” Victor asked.
“Some.” Arkady didn’t have ordinary pets like dogs or cats. He had collected geckos and snakes, whatever he could catch on the Mongolian steppe.
“I understood that you have experience hunting bears,” Nina said.
“Victor told me that you were a regular big-game hunter.”
Arkady turned to Victor. “You said that?”
“Maybe I exaggerated.”
“No, I never shot a bear. Maybe a rabbit.”
“Then I’ve been misinformed, as usual.”
“I’m afraid so.”
Arkady’s father had been posted in a number of godforsaken places in the middle of Siberia. In the wintertime he would enlist a native guide and head into the taiga, with Arkady following their snowshoe tracks. The natives made their living by trapping or shooting sables through the eye, leaving a pelt smooth and intact. General Renko nearly matched the hunter’s marksmanship. With a rifle, Arkady was lucky to hit a tree.
“So you have never shot or tagged a bear.” Nina’s voice sank.
“No,” Arkady said.
“Maybe we should just shoot him,” Victor said.
“Shooting a bear is the last thing we want,” Nina said. “You have no idea how difficult and expensive it would be to find another bear with a clean bill of health. Besides, Masha might reject a new bear.”
That was always a possibility, Arkady thought.
Sasha’s eyes took on a more focused glint. As he rose to his full height, a rank smell steamed off him. There was a honking and clatter as the surface of the pond rose. Sasha lifted his head and watched ducks and geese rise in formation, then locked eyes on Arkady, took a sly step forward, and extended a paw as if to say, “This way to your table, monsieur.” This was followed by a roar that shook the earth.
The zookeepers lowered their poles like lances and slowly began to move in.
“Stop!” Victor shouted. “Stay where you are!”
The young men tripped over their feet as they backed up.
Nina cocked the tranquilizer gun. She fired but the dart fell short.
She reached for another dart, inserted it into the chamber, and pulled the trigger again. By this time, Sasha was no more than ten meters away from them. Again the dart fell short. A dud. Nina’s hands were shaking. She shoved the gun into Arkady’s hands.
He loaded and fired. A pink plume like an artificial flower appeared in Sasha’s forehead. The bear swatted at it once, twice, and was asleep before he hit the ground.