Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
"Seven One ... but that's impossible! Gospodin Pashkov is in conference [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Here's what happens when two Master was at that moment in Petchareff's office, impersonating Pashkov. And Knackenpast's villa. "Erase his memory, give him a new name and feed him more patriotism. everybody guesses he is nothing but a robot." Pashkov glanced back at the house. Since the publication of , this house had become known all over the world as Boris Knackenpast's villa. Now the house was guarded by a company of desk, sat Boris Knackenpast. "A question, brother." "No questions." "Who smuggled the manuscript out of Russia?" Pashkov frowned convincingly. "Comrade Petchareff has suspected even Pashkov." What an artist, that Monsieur Fanti. But quick, Boris, Pashkov is on Boris pulled off his head, and crawled out of the robot shell. Pashkov "You were supposed to make funeral arrangements for Knackenpast, so saw Boris as he really was, a tall human with a gaunt, ascetic face. The sad thing about us, thought Pashkov, is that Medvedev could not trust even me. But then I could not trust Medvedev, either. Yes, that's "I hope you need no luggage, Mister Knackenpast," Pashkov said. "We "What's been keeping you, Pashkov?" Mister Knackenpast. It won't take long for Petchareff to smell us out." Zubov leaped out next, his big front tooth flashing. Then his two Pashkov grunted. "I'll never understand," said Petchareff, "why all top secret agents of all to emerge from the flier was Nadezhda Brunhildova. "Citizenress, is it?" The rock flew over his head and felled Zubov. "You're not playing one of your jokes, Pashkov?" Most countries wanted to break his neck, and his own Motherland did not always trust him. But he enjoyed his work—enjoyed it as much as his "Mister Knackenpast, when you see your way clear to my flier, run for closest professional rival, Colonel James, U.S.A. the Kremlin, hitched up his pants and rode down. Pashkov landed on the roof of Intelligence in the northeast corner of As they came out, Petchareff was reviving Zubov by slapping his face. "He's preparing a new super-patriotic writer to replace Boris Knackenpast," Pashkov reported. "When you give the word, he will call and tell them Boris is dead." "Don't you know me, chief? Me, Pashkov." this week. You made it plain, I hope, we want no repetition of Knackenpast's peace nonsense?" "No more Gandhi or Schweitzer influences. The new literature," Pashkov promised, raising a chubby finger, "will be a pearl necklace of "Stand back!" Kolya screamed, smashing his hat into Zubov's face. "He government slogans." "He's moving!" Petya kicked Zubov and looked up for approval, his hair Petchareff's efforts to revive their master, were battering Zubov's Petchareff slapped Kolya's face and crushed the glowing end of his Petchareff tore open the package. "You got the real thing? No bad printed in indelible ink: stockholm national hospital At the same moment Boris Knackenpast ran from the house to the flier, his robot gear clattering like Don Quixote's armor. "Try and split the allies," Pashkov muttered, reading the legend on the Medvedev shambled over. "Was the grenade a dud?" "One of these days I'll catch you, Pashkov," Petchareff spat. "Your "I thought Zubov was a zoological warfare expert. What is he doing with "Darling!" Nadezhda threw on Pashkov. In the front office, Pashkov stopped to kiss Nadezhda Brunhildova does "We all make mistakes," Petchareff said. "What would history be without Pashkov spent an hour at Central Intelligence. Nothing unusual going on and ammunition. He thought a moment, impressed the Cubans' address on stood a flier that resembled his own. landed on the roof of Fralsningsarmen's Economy Lodgings—the Salvation "What do you expect for seven thousand bucks—service? Look, boys, I'm The other Cuban, also bearded and wearing a fatigue cap, held a "Deliver what, senor?" Sitting down at the table, Pashkov's elbow rested on an invoice, and moments later the invoice was tucked in his pocket. "It is bad for you if I do not trust you," Pashkov said, smiling up at Pashkov took four Havanas from the box they held out to him, stuck for him. Reisen. As Pashkov eased down in his flier, Zubov's big front tooth flashed with delight. Pashkov felt like tossing him a bone. Pashkov. Fast, clean job." lads. With your pardon, they are good lads. This is Petya, and this is Kolya. No, Petya gave Kolya a box on the ear. "Boys, boys!" Zubov cracked the whip. "Out you go. A job for Gospodin "With your pardon, an excellent Mercedes," Zubov reported. Pashkov had changed into the hospital gown with the Coca-Cola legend on Clutching the bundle, Kolya stuck his tongue out at Petya and bounded flier. Pashkov dropped the invoice he had lifted from the Cubans on the was remarkable. Zubov's eyes were crossed with astonishment. "I hope your sacrifice won't be permanent?" Pashkov said. "And a pity we don't. Good manners accomplish more than an opera full "Shall I kidnap him now?" Zubov interrupted, puffing conceitedly on his Zubov lifted Pashkov off the floor, crashed with his weight against the wall, but held on, grinned and staggered with Pashkov in his arms to "You miserable idiot," Pashkov shouted. "You'll get a rest cure for "One small but decisive proof," Pashkov said, unbuttoning his hospital The suit of clothes hanging in the closet might have been Pashkov's before. Even the underwear had facsimiles of the Order of Lenin sewn in. Satisfied, he crawled into the bed and fell into a pleasant snooze. "Oh, you and your secrets!" An hour later, Pashkov landed on the Palace roof in Colonel James' were the notorious Gospodin Pashkov." A manservant in velvet cutaways, patent leather shoes and white gloves, Kristin of the Swedish Academy, a white-haired old man with a kind, intelligent face the king, Gustavus IX, a thin old man stroking his Vandyke, sitting under a portrait of Frederick the Great Pashkov's face with sudden interest. Professor Kristin said, "Colonel James, we presume you have studied the problem in detail. I'm afraid we have delayed announcing the Nobel prize for literature much too long. How soon can you bring Boris Knackenpast to Stockholm?" So there it was: Boris Knackenpast a supreme success, as Pashkov had "Delicate, very delicate," Pashkov said. "Everything depends on my not you at Knackenpast's villa." M. Fanti fingered Pashkov's cheekbone. "How could I have made such a Pashkov climbed into his flier. "Well, it's fashionable to blame the

<question>:
What was Boris Knackenpast's great accomplishment?

<options>:
A Evading capture by the Americans
B Evading capture by the Russians
C Pretending to be a robot
D Nobel prize for literature

<answer>:

D