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

<passage>:
THE COOL WAR Here's what happens when two Master Spies tangle ... and stay that way! his friend's arm as they came out of the villa forty miles from Moscow. everybody guesses he is nothing but a robot." may be armed, so be careful." Knackenpast's villa. Now the house was guarded by a company of "It's when they're not like robots that everybody suspects them," he said, climbing into his flier. "Petchareff will send you word when to announce his 'death'." "A question, brother." The door burst open and Medvedev rushed in, the old valet at his heels. Medvedev stopped, gaped, then seized Pashkov's hand. "Colonel James! What an artist, that Monsieur Fanti. But quick, Boris, Pashkov is on his way." "Don't try to fool Boris pulled off his head, and crawled out of the robot shell. Pashkov "You're lying and I'll kill you. Don't you think I know about Anastina, "I hope you need no luggage, Mister Knackenpast," Pashkov said. "We must be off at once." "Too late!" the old valet said from the window. "Beast!" She switched him to Petchareff. "What's been keeping you, Pashkov?" Colonel James had landed. But as he climbed down from his flier, the Mister Knackenpast. It won't take long for Petchareff to smell us out." "Look!" The guards fell back from the flier and snapped to attention. Chewing "Darling, why so cruel? Anastina is one of our contacts. Besides, she's guards closed a circle about him. cross-eyed and buck-toothed." "I'll never understand," said Petchareff, "why all top secret agents have to look like bankers. Anastina says Colonel James was operated on by a Monsieur Fanti. What do you know about him?" "He's a theatrical surgeon." "You're not playing one of your jokes, Pashkov?" "Pretend not to know me, will he?" she yelled at Colonel James, picking roared. He snapped an order to the lieutenants of guards, and the guards surrounded the house. "Mister Knackenpast, when you see your way clear to my flier, run for closest professional rival, Colonel James, U.S.A. "I'll be right behind you. The rest of us will go out to Petchareff." "He's preparing a new super-patriotic writer to replace Boris Colonel James said, "There he is, the American spy." Petchareff looked up as Pashkov was led forward by the guards. "Not bad," Petchareff said. "We could use Monsieur Fanti. What's his price?" "Don't you know me, chief? Me, Pashkov." "Curse me," Nadezhda said, staring at him. "Another Pashkov." Knackenpast," Pashkov reported. "When you give the word, he will call Petchareff's efforts to revive their master, were battering Zubov's Izvestia "Which one's the real Pashkov?" courtesy of Coca-Cola The guards scattered and dove for cover. Petchareff tossed the gown to Pashkov. "This is what Colonel James is out. themselves behind the tree. "Try and split the allies," Pashkov muttered, reading the legend on the Only Petchareff remained standing. "Stop the robot!" The two apes took up the cry, "Grenade, grenade!" and flattened colonel and find out what they're up to. Zubov's kidnaping team is a kidnaping team?" "His team is more agile. On your way." kiss." Nadezhda was a big girl with hefty arms, captain of her local broom brigade. "Monster!" She seized him by the collar. "Is Anastina dangerous?" "Darling!" India. "... "All rightie, your cause is my cause. Maybe I can get it for you "But how can I trust you? I like you boys, I know you like me, but Alguien llama a la puerta. "We favor any disturbance close to the United States. May I sit down?" Between two beds were stacked some dozen crates of explosives. A small "What kind of ammunition do you need, caballeros?" them. hopped over to Hotel Reisen, where Zubov's kidnaping team was waiting at hospital by my two assistants. With your pardon, Comrade Petchareff urges all haste. Colonel James is due to leave the hospital tomorrow." "Comrade Petchareff always urges haste. What else?" eyes were so closely set that he looked cockeyed when he focused them on his superior. "With your pardon, I shall conduct you to our suite. Plans for kidnaping of Colonel James all ready." "Here's a cigar for you." chargé d'affaires. "How is your underdeveloped countries fund?" he asked. with American goods, Americans get blamed. Wonderful confusion. What do pardon, do we take Colonel James alive or dead-or-alive?" "Alive." Zubov pulled a long face. "Dead-or-alive would be easier, Gospodin "Not exactly. Same genetic experiment. Good lads. Stand straight, "We have company." "Are their costumes your own idea?" Pashkov, lads. They don't get enough exercise," he grinned, backing out He tossed his bundle of clothing to the first ape. "Take my flier back front seat of the stolen car, and followed. "Excellent. Put up your gun, Zubov. Colonel James and I don't get to assignment?" "Delicate, very delicate. I must report to the Palace this morning." "Shall I kidnap him now?" Zubov interrupted, puffing conceitedly on his cigarette. I am falling into a trap?" "No, no, my friend. I am only doing my best not to show my surprise at other side. "Eh?" wall, but held on, grinned and staggered with Pashkov in his arms to "Part of my job. Don't you think I am more handsome now?" Anastina laughed shrilly. "That bulbous nose handsome? What woman could fall in love with a nose like that?" "Oh, you and your secrets!" about now and taken to Comrade Petchareff for questioning. A manservant in velvet cutaways, patent leather shoes and white gloves, the king, Gustavus IX, a thin old man stroking his Vandyke, sitting under a portrait of Frederick the Great and Monsieur Fanti, the make-up surgeon. Pashkov bowed his head. "Your majesty. Gentlemen." "Extraordinary!" Professor Kristin said. Pashkov turned to the surgeon. "Monsieur, should my face have such a frivolous expression?" M. Fanti raised his eyebrows, but did not answer. "I thought," said Pashkov, "that Gospodin Pashkov's face has a more brutal look." So there it was: Boris Knackenpast a supreme success, as Pashkov had suspected. It would be amusing to tell robotist Medvedev about it. "Delicate, very delicate," Pashkov said. "Everything depends on my not have an ally in the enemy camp. The robotist, Medvedev, is expecting you at Knackenpast's villa." "Bad show," M. Fanti said suddenly. "No good. His left cheekbone is at least four centimeters too high." The men looked at the surgeon, then at Pashkov. M. Fanti fingered Pashkov's cheekbone. "How could I have made such a mistake! Just look at him. People laugh at such faces." "How much time to correct the error then, Monsieur Fanti?" the king asked. "A week at least. His skin needs a rest. I must rework the whole left was traced to the Cubans in half an hour."

<question>:
Who is the ally in the enemy camp?

<options>:
A Nadezhda
B Medvedev
C Boris Knackenpast
D Monsieur Fanti

<answer>:

B