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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"Seven One Three here, Nadezhda. Tell Petchareff—no, let me talk to Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Here's what happens when two Master Spies tangle ... and stay that way! "Nothing, nothing to get upset about," Pashkov said soothingly, taking Pashkov crawled out of the cloud and skimmed northeast to Mir, Boris Pashkov looked like a roly-poly zoo attendant leading a tame bear. "Listen carefully, lieutenant." Pashkov described the American agent. Pashkov glanced back at the house. Since the publication of soldiers to keep visitors out. From an open window Pashkov heard the clicking of a typewriter. "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'." Pashkov frowned convincingly. "Comrade Petchareff has suspected even Pashkov." "I know what you're up to, Seven One Three," Nadezhda Brunhildova said. "Don't try to fool me and got Petchareff's secretary. "Nadezhda?" "What's been keeping you, Pashkov?" Pashkov grunted. "I'll never understand," said Petchareff, "why all top secret agents "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 The kidnaping expert lay stretched cold on the ground, and Nadezhda Brunhildova stood by, holding the rock and weeping. "He's preparing a new super-patriotic writer to replace Boris Knackenpast," Pashkov reported. "When you give the word, he will call "Curse me," Nadezhda said, staring at him. "Another Pashkov." "No more Gandhi or Schweitzer influences. The new literature," Pashkov promised, raising a chubby finger, "will be a pearl necklace of 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?" themselves behind the tree. Nadezhda and Medvedev collided, digging in behind the valet. Pashkov winced. "Darling!" Nadezhda threw on Pashkov. "His team is more agile. On your way." In the front office, Pashkov stopped to kiss Nadezhda Brunhildova "Wait a minute," Petchareff said. "Nadezhda Brunhildova, how do you a kidnaping team?" goodby. "I may not return from this dangerous mission. Give me a tender kiss." Nadezhda was a big girl with hefty arms, captain of her local broom "Darling!" "Bitter sweetness!" she howled, dropping him. "Go, love. Make me "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 miserable." dangerous?" "My Cuban friends," Pashkov inquired in fluent English at the desk on voices within. "... dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete . By seven o'clock tonight, "I counted the money. It is waiting for you. You deliver, we pay." "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?" " Yu? " " importantes. " revolver. "No gun-play, caballeros," Pashkov went on in Spanish. "We are in the Sitting down at the table, Pashkov's elbow rested on an invoice, and "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 three in his breast pocket, and lit one. "You come again, senor. We make much business." On his way up to the roof, Pashkov studied the invoice he had lifted. flashed with delight. Pashkov felt like tossing him a bone. on his superior. "With your pardon, I shall conduct you to our suite. Plans for Pashkov. Fast, clean job." "Two." At that moment the door opened and Zubov's kidnaping team lumbered in. They were a couple of big apes dressed in blue canvas shoes, red lads. With your pardon, they are good lads. This is Petya, and this is Kolya. No, this is Kolya and this one is Petya." "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 "We have company." "Are their costumes your own idea?" Pashkov, lads. They don't get enough exercise," he grinned, backing out And they were gone. Pashkov turned to the hospital maps and studied Pashkov had changed into the hospital gown with the Coca-Cola legend on got into the stolen Mercedes and drove to the National Hospital, all three leaning forward. Pashkov stood looking at Colonel James. The resemblance between them his voice was a good imitation of Pashkov's voice. "I hope your sacrifice won't be permanent?" Pashkov said. talk very often." "And a pity we don't. Good manners accomplish more than an opera full "Your treatment is over, then?" Pashkov asked. "You are ready for your I am falling into a trap?" "No, no, my friend. I am only doing my best not to show my surprise at 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 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 this!" Zubov dropped him, pulled his gun and backed off into a corner. "How can I tell you two apart just by looking!" he cried hysterically. "I'm not a learned man." "One small but decisive proof," Pashkov said, unbuttoning his hospital leaped in after, and they were off. The suit of clothes hanging in the closet might have been Pashkov's own, identical with the clothes Kolya had taken to Moscow not an hour strike in France, new crisis in Berlin. I ask you, what more can an idealist want?" "Good morning, Miss Bjorklund." slices of toast, a tumbler of vodka, a pot of coffee and two cigars. "Ah, Colonel," Anastina said as Pashkov fell to, "why did you let them fall in love with a nose like that?" "It shows determination. I wish I had this nose permanently." "You mustn't talk like that. But I'll ignore your nose if you tell me shine, there's a good girl." "Oh, you and your secrets!" An hour later, Pashkov landed on the Palace roof in Colonel James' clicked shut behind him. In the room were three men, all of whom he recognized: Professor 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. "Delicate, very delicate," Pashkov said. "Everything depends on my not running into Gospodin Pashkov." "We can't wait any longer," Professor Kristin said. "Fortunately, we M. Fanti fingered Pashkov's cheekbone. "How could I have made such a

<question>:
Which of the following best describes the relationship between Pashkov and Nadezhda Brunhildova?

<options>:
A They have no relationship
B They are friends
C They are enemies
D They are lovers

<answer>:

D