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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Petchareff did not believe he was Pashkov. Colonel James, it was clear, was at that moment in Petchareff's office, impersonating Pashkov. And Zubov was probably getting a rest cure. his friend's arm as they came out of the villa forty miles from Moscow. Pashkov looked like a roly-poly zoo attendant leading a tame bear. "Erase his memory, give him a new name and feed him more patriotism. Very simple." Medvedev raised his hand threateningly. "Don't come howling to me if "Who smuggled the manuscript out of Russia?" Pashkov frowned convincingly. "Comrade Petchareff has suspected even "Don't try to fool me "I hope you need no luggage, Mister Knackenpast," Pashkov said. "We "What's been keeping you, Pashkov?" "Pretend not to know me, will he?" she yelled at Colonel James, picking up a rock. "You're not playing one of your jokes, Pashkov?" "Short and fat," Pashkov said, and switched off. 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 closest professional rival, Colonel James, U.S.A. Pashkov landed on the roof of Intelligence in the northeast corner of In his office, Petchareff removed the cigar from his mouth as Pashkov "Don't you know me, chief? Me, Pashkov." cigar on Petya's forehead. The apes reeled back to a tree. Pashkov whispered to Colonel James. "Capitalist hell and damnation, now I can't tell them apart myself," "Which one's the real Pashkov?" wearing," he said, dismissing the mouse, who bowed twice and scurried out. "Try and split the allies," Pashkov muttered, reading the legend on the gown. Petchareff blew cigar smoke in his face. "If Colonel James makes a "Now, you'll go to Stockholm and switch places with the American colonel and find out what they're up to. Zubov's kidnaping team is know he really is Pashkov? If he's actually Colonel James, I can shoot "I don't trust him either," Nadezhda said. "But I know my Pashkov. If Pashkov spent an hour at Central Intelligence. Nothing unusual going on a sociology seminar on prison reform, a forty-man trade mission from India. An addendum to the Stockholm file listed two Cuban agents operating from Fralsningsarmen's Economy Lodgings. They were buying small arms and ammunition. He thought a moment, impressed the Cubans' address on his memory, and went to his flier. He did not fly to Hotel Reisen at once. Zubov's kidnaping team could landed on the roof of Fralsningsarmen's Economy Lodgings—the Salvation Army flophouse. "My Cuban friends," Pashkov inquired in fluent English at the desk on the top floor. "Are they in?" . By seven o'clock tonight, okay, Gringo?" "What do you expect for seven thousand bucks—service? Look, boys, I'm "But how can I trust you? I like you boys, I know you like me, but business is business. I gotta give something to my jobber, don't I?" "Gringo!" The door opened enough to admit the roly-poly visitor into the room. 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 "Deliver what, senor?" moments later the invoice was tucked in his pocket. "What kind of ammunition do you need, caballeros?" The Cubans looked at each other. "Thirty-o-six caliber, two-twenty grain. How much can you deliver?" "Two thousand rounds." "It is bad for you if I do not trust you," Pashkov said, smiling up at them. "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 three in his breast pocket, and lit one. "You come again, senor. We make much business." "Why not? Help retire Latin-American dictators to Siberia. More gold in Siberia than in Las Vegas." "Hyi, hyi, that is funny. You come again." flashed with delight. Pashkov felt like tossing him a bone. kidnaping of Colonel James all ready." "Here's a cigar for you." without incident, and Pashkov gave him another cigar. Pashkov picked up the phone, dialed the Soviet embassy, and got the chargé d'affaires. "How is your underdeveloped countries fund?" he asked. "Always depleted, always replenished." "I don't want any Russian brands." through an American surplus outlet in Hamburg. Nationals get caught "Only confiscated German potatoes. Will that do?" "Too risky." "It's all right. It will fall to local authorities by tomorrow." Pashkov put down the receiver. Give the Cubans enough to expect more—make sure they stay in town. Zubov was cross-checking his kidnaping plans. He said, "With your Pashkov held up his remaining cigar. "How many cigars in my hand?" "With your pardon, for purposes of concealment. What are your orders?" Pashkov told them to pick up the boxes of ammunition at the embassy and deliver them to the Cubans, and then to commandeer a private automobile. "We have autos at the embassy pool," Zubov suggested. "I want a vehicle off the street. Then report back here with your Petya gave Kolya a box on the ear. "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 after them. "With your pardon, I'll thrash them later." Pashkov had changed into the hospital gown with the Coca-Cola legend on to Moscow, Kolya lad. Give my clothes to Nadezhda Brunhildova, and tell flier. Pashkov dropped the invoice he had lifted from the Cubans on the front seat of the stolen car, and followed. "I hope your sacrifice won't be permanent?" Pashkov said. "Mind your language, Zubov. May I ask, Colonel—do you want me to think I am falling into a trap?" Zubov seized Pashkov by the scruff of the neck and dragged him towards "You miserable idiot," Pashkov shouted. "You'll get a rest cure for this!" The suit of clothes hanging in the closet might have been Pashkov's Pashkov's face with sudden interest. have an ally in the enemy camp. The robotist, Medvedev, is expecting you at Knackenpast's villa." are instructed to let you pass." A small incident, the roof captain explained. A Swedish Red Cross flier was missing from the National Hospital. Two Cuban agents had been arrested and a cache of small arms and ammunition was found. But no trace of the ambulance. "I suppose the Cubans deny stealing the ambulance?" Pashkov asked. "They say they've been framed by a fat little Russian. But it's transparent, a clumsy job. Imagine, they left a stolen car in the ambulance court and in it an invoice for six cases of ammunition. It was traced to the Cubans in half an hour." Pashkov climbed into his flier. "Well, it's fashionable to blame the Russians for everything." He waved his chubby hand, and took off.

<question>:
Why did Pashkov sell small arms to the Cubans?

<options>:
A It was actually Colonel James who sold small arms to the Cubans
B He wanted to use them as a scapegoat for his own plans
C He wanted to help another Communist country
D He wanted the Cubans to cause trouble for the Americans

<answer>:

B