One of those never-still-a-minute-unless-you're-dead espionage entertainments involving a not so mad Russian who wants asylum and 30,000 pounds for his tapes, and Adrian Quimper -- of the Department processing it through and losing one of his men-and drugs and computers and the highest treason -- from within. It's all glazed with shiny Humber Imperials and stuttering. 38 Specials and shattering glass and handled with nerveless authority.