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pace Defense mand； which was concerned that the fire was a possible missile launch directed at the United States； or an attempt to blind American Early…Warning satellites with a laser or other ground…based device。
At no time； the source pointed out； was there any thought of increasing American alert levels； or of bringing American nuclear forces to higher states of readiness。 〃It was all over in less than thirty minutes；〃 the source said。
No confirmation was received from the Russian news agency； TASS； but the Soviets rarely publish reports of such incidents。
The fact that American officials referred to two epic industrial accidents is an indication that many fatalities might result from this major fire。 Defense sources were unwilling to speculate on the possibility of civilian casualties。 The city of Nizhnevartovsk is bordered by the petroleum plex。
The Nizhnevartovsk oil production field accounts for roughly 31。3 percent of total Soviet crude oil； according to the American Petroleum Institute； and the adjacent； newly built Nizhnevartovsk refinery for approximately 17。3 percent of petroleum distillate production。
〃Fortunately for them；〃 Donald Evans； a spokesman for the Institute explained； 〃oil underground is pretty hard to burn； and you can expect the fire to burn itself out in a few days。〃 The refinery； however； depending on how much of it was involved； could be a major expense。 〃When they go； they usually go pretty big；〃 Evans said。 〃But the Russians have sufficient excess refining capacity to take up the slack； especially with all the work they've been doing at their Moscow plex。〃
Evans was unable to speculate on the cause of the fire； saying； 〃The climate could have something to do with it。 We had a few problems in the Alaskan fields that took some careful work to solve。 Beyond that； any refinery is a potential Disneyland for fire； and there simply is no substitute for intelligent； careful； well…trained crews to run them。〃
This is the latest in a series of setbacks to the Soviet oil industry。 It was admitted only last fall at the plenum of the munist Party Central mittee that production goals in both the Eastern Siberian fields 〃had not entirely fulfilled earlier hopes。〃
This seemingly mild statement is being seen in Western circles as a stinging indictment of the policies of now…departed Petroleum Industry minister Zatyzhin； since replaced by Mikhail Sergetov； former chief of the Leningrad Party apparatus； regarded as a rising star in the Soviet Party。 A technocrat with a background of engineering and Party work； Sergetov's task of reorganizing the Soviet oil industry is seen as a task that could last years。
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MOSCOW； R。S。F。S。R。
Mikhail Eduardovich Sergetov never had a chance to read the wire service report。 Summoned from his official dacha in the birch forests surrounding Moscow； he'd flown at once to Nizhnevartovsk and stayed for only ten hours before being recalled to make his report in Moscow。 Three months on the job； he thought； sitting in the empty forward cabin of the IL…86 airliner； and this has to happen！
His two principal deputies； a pair of skilled young engineers； had been left behind and were trying even now to make sense of the chaos； to save what could be saved； as he reviewed his notes for the Politburo meeting later in the day。 Three hundred men were known to have died fighting the fire； and； miraculously； fewer than two hundred citizens in the city of Nizhnevartovsk。 That was unfortunate； but not a matter of great significance except insofar as those trained men killed would eventually have to be replaced by other trained men drawn from the staffs of other large refineries。
The refinery was almost totally destroyed。 Reconstruction would take a minimum of two to three years； and would account for a sizable percentage of national steel pipe production； plus all the other specialty items unique to a facility of this type： Fifteen thousand million rubles。 And how much of the special equipment would have to be purchased from foreign sources…how much precious hard currency and gold would be wasted？
And that was the good news。
The bad news： the fire that had engulfed the production field had totally destroyed the welltops。 Time to replace： at least thirty…six months！
Thirty…six months； Sergetov reflected bleakly； if we can divert the drill rigs and crews to redrill every damned well and at the same time rebuild the EOR systems。 For a minimum of eighteen months the Soviet Union will have an enormous shortfall in oil production。 Probably more like thirty months。 What will happen to our economy？
He pulled a pad of lined paper from his briefcase and began to make some calculations。 It was a three…hour flight； and Sergetov did not notice it was over until the pilot came back to announce they had landed。
He looked with squinted eyes at the snow…covered landscape of Vnukovo…2； the VIP…only airport outside of Moscow； and walked alone down the boarding stairs to a waiting ZIL limousine。 The car sped off at once； without stopping at any of the security checkpoints。 The shivering militia officers snapped to attention as the ZIL passed； then returned to the business of keeping warm in the subzero temperatures。 The sun was bright； the sky clear but for some thin； high clouds。 Sergetov looked vacantly out the windows； his mind mulling over figures he had already rechecked a half…dozen times。 The Politburo was waiting for him； his KGB driver told him。
Sergetov had been a 〃candidate；〃 or nonvoting member； of the Politburo for just six months； which meant that； along with his eight other junior colleagues； he advised the thirteen men who alone made the decisions that mattered in the Soviet Union。 His portfolio was energy production and distribution。 He had held that post since September； and was only beginning to establish his plan for a total reorganization of the seven regional and all…union ministries that handled energy functions…and predictably spent most of their time battling one another…into a full department that reported directly to the Politburo and Party Secretariat； instead of having to work through the Council of Ministers bureaucracy。 He briefly closed his eyes to thank God…there might be one； he reasoned…that his first remendation； delivered only a month earlier； had concerned security and political reliability in many of the fields。 He had specifically remended further Russification of the largely 〃foreign〃 workforce。 For this reason； he did not fear for his own career； which up to now had been an uninterrupted success story。 He shrugged。 The task he was about to face would decide his future in any case。 And perhaps his country's。
The ZIL proceeded down Leningradskiy Prospekt； which turned into Gor'kogo； the limousine speeding through the center lane that policemen kept clear of traffic for the exclusive use of the vlasti。 They motored past the Intourist Hotel into Red Square； and finally approached the Kremlin gate。 Here the driver did stop for the security checks； three of them； conducted by KGB troops and soldiers of the Taman Guards。 Five minutes later the limousine pulled to the door of the Council of Ministers building； the sole modern structure in the fortress。 The guards here knew Sergetov by sight； and saluted crisply as they held open the door so that his exposure to the freezing temperatures would last but a brief span of seconds。
The Politburo had been holding it's meetings in this fourth…floor room for only a month while their usual quarters； in the old Arsenal building were undergoing a belated renovation。 The older men grumbled at the loss of the old Czarist forts； but Sergetov preferred the modernity。 About time； he thought； that the men of the Party surrounded themselves； with the works of socialism instead of the moldy trappings of the Romanovs。
The room was deathly quiet as he entered。 Had this been in the Arsenal； the fifty…four year old technocrat reflected； the atmosphere would have been altogether like a funeral…and there had been all too many of those。 Slowly； the Party was running out of the old men who had survived Stalin's terror； and the current crop of members； all 〃young〃 men in their fifties or early sixties； was finally being heard。 The guard was being changed。 Too slowly…too damned slowly…for Sergetov and his generation of Party leaders； despite the new General Secretary。 The man was already a grandfather。 It sometimes seemed to Sergetov that by the time these old men were gone； he'd be one himself。 But looking around this room now； he felt young enough。
〃Good day； rades；〃 Sergetov said； handing his coat to an aide； who withdrew at once； closing the doors behind him。 The other men moved at once to their seats。 Sergetov took his； halfway down the right side。
The Party General Secretary brought the meeting to order。 His voice was controlled and businesslike。 〃rade Sergetov； you may begin your report。 First； we wish to hear your explanation of exactly what happened。〃
〃rades； at approximately twenty…three hundred hours yesterday； Moscow Time； three armed men entered the central control plex of the Nizhnevartovsk oil plex and mitted a highly sophisticated act of sabotage。〃
〃Who were they？〃 the Defense Minister asked sharply。