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

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him." "Seven One ... but that's impossible! Gospodin Pashkov is in conference with Comrade Petchareff." Zubov was probably getting a rest cure. announce his 'death'." "A question, brother." "No questions." "Who smuggled the manuscript out of Russia?" have little time. You scared my valet he thought you were Gospodin "In ten minutes. What have I done now?" "What's been keeping you, Pashkov?" "He'll keep," Pashkov said, hitching up his pants. "Let's be off, Zubov leaped out next, his big front tooth flashing. Then his two Pashkov grunted. "You're not playing one of your jokes, Pashkov?" "Short and fat," Pashkov said, and switched off. it. But get back into your robot costume." "I can't operate the machine." In his office, Petchareff removed the cigar from his mouth as Pashkov As they came out, Petchareff was reviving Zubov by slapping his face. "Stand back!" Kolya screamed, smashing his hat into Zubov's face. "He "He's moving!" Petya kicked Zubov and looked up for approval, his hair Pashkov whispered to Colonel James. Petchareff said. "Zubov!" "Which one's the real Pashkov?" "Exactly, exactly," the mouse piped. "No difference, Comrade." He held his paws as in prayer and his pointed mouth quivered. "Down, lads! Grenade!" Pashkov yelled. Only Petchareff remained standing. "Stop the robot!" Nobody moved. colonel and find out what they're up to. Zubov's kidnaping team is Medvedev shambled over. "Was the grenade a dud?" "I thought Zubov was a zoological warfare expert. What is he doing with him summarily. He does dangerous?" "Darling!" "Bitter sweetness!" she howled, dropping him. "Go, love. Make me "My Cuban friends," Pashkov inquired in fluent English at the desk on clacked. "Tree floors down. Aer yu Amerikan?" "Brazil." voices within. "... dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete . By seven o'clock tonight, okay, Gringo?" Pablo." "Tfu!" "I counted the money. It is waiting for you. You deliver, we pay." on a skull, the dragging of a beefy body into a closet, and the slam of the closet door. " Yu? " " importantes. " The other Cuban, also bearded and wearing a fatigue cap, held a revolver. "No gun-play, caballeros," Pashkov went on in Spanish. "We are in the Salvation Army charity house, not in a two-peso thriller. Besides, I deliver before I ask payment." The Cubans looked at each other. "Thirty-o-six caliber, two-twenty lysergic acid diethylamide." "You have that? You have LSD-25?" payment, senor?" "Two thousand kronor," Pashkov said, taking an envelope on the table and addressing it to Nadezhda Brunhildova, Kremlin, Moscow. No return "It is bad for you if I do not trust you," Pashkov said, smiling up at "You can trust us. We shall send the money. Please take a cigar." Pashkov took four Havanas from the box they held out to him, stuck hopped over to Hotel Reisen, where Zubov's kidnaping team was waiting Comrade Zubov, the kidnaping expert, was pacing the roof of Hotel Zubov's big tooth settled respectfully over his lower lip. His small "Here's a cigar for you." "Gratefully accepted. Reduced unavoidable fatalities to six." Zubov In the hotel corridor, Zubov looked before and after, his eyes crossed without incident, and Pashkov gave him another cigar. asked. "Always depleted, always replenished." "I don't want any Russian brands." you need?" "Thirty-o-six two-twenty, three thousand—if you have it." "Most popular. What else?" "Pineapples—one crate." "Only confiscated German potatoes. Will that do?" "Fine. And a small can of sentimental caviar." "Too risky." Pashkov put down the receiver. Give the Cubans enough to expect Zubov was cross-checking his kidnaping plans. He said, "With your "Alive." Zubov pulled a long face. "Dead-or-alive would be easier, Gospodin Pashkov squinted at Zubov's crossed eyes. "Have you had your eyes Pashkov held up his remaining cigar. "How many cigars in my hand?" At that moment the door opened and Zubov's kidnaping team lumbered "What are you doing here?" cried Zubov. "Why aren't you observing the "My assistants," Zubov introduced them to Pashkov. "Line up, line up, Kolya. No, this "Twins?" "Not exactly. Same genetic experiment. Good lads. Stand straight, Petya. Don't curl your feet like that, Kolya, I've told you before. Why "They've made progress," Zubov assured Pashkov, pulling a small whip "Boys, boys!" Zubov cracked the whip. "Out you go. A job for Gospodin Pashkov, lads. They don't get enough exercise," he grinned, backing out Shortly before dawn, Zubov's team returned, their mission accomplished. flier. Pashkov dropped the invoice he had lifted from the Cubans on the Zubov drew his gun and jumped in was remarkable. Zubov's eyes were crossed with astonishment. "You're not really sick?" Pashkov asked, sitting down on the bed. "I hope your sacrifice won't be permanent?" Pashkov said. "Excellent. Put up your gun, Zubov. Colonel James and I don't get to "Gratefully accepted," Zubov said, slipping his gun into its holster "Shall I kidnap him now?" Zubov interrupted, puffing conceitedly on his "Mind your language, Zubov. May I ask, Colonel—do you want me to think "Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov." Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov. Zubov seized Pashkov by the scruff of the neck and dragged him towards "Hold your claws, Zubov lad," Pashkov said. "You have got the wrong man, can't you see? That "Eh?" "Use your eyes, blockhead. I am Pashkov." Zubov did use his eyes. He looked from one to the other, and back. The Zubov lifted Pashkov off the floor, crashed with his weight against the Zubov dropped him, pulled his gun and backed off into a corner. "How Zubov yanked the colonel up by an arm. "Send muttered, and climbed out the window into the hovering ambulance. Zubov windy. London stock market caves in, race riots in South Africa, famine in India, earthquake in Japan, floods in the United States, general strike in France, new crisis in Berlin. I ask you, what more can an "Oh, no, sir." "Do I talk like Colonel James?" "You've changed completely, sir. If I didn't know, I would swear you Pashkov bowed his head. "Your majesty. Gentlemen." Pashkov's face with sudden interest. suspected. It would be amusing to tell robotist Medvedev about it. "Delicate, very delicate," Pashkov said. "Everything depends on my not running into Gospodin Pashkov." asked. "A week at least. His skin needs a rest. I must rework the whole left

<question>:
When Pashkov asks Zubov how many cigars he is holding, does Zubov answer correctly?

<options>:
A The apes distract him from answering.
B Yes
C He refuses to answer the question.
D No

<answer>:

D