MY DINNERS WITH ANDREY A TRUE STORY OF THE COLD WAR

• Document Type: CREST
• Collection: General CIA Records
• Document Number (FOIA) /ESDN (CREST): CIA-RDP90-00552R000201900001-0
• Release Decision: RIPPUB
• Original Classification: K
• Document Page Count: 1
• Document Creation Date: December 22, 2016
• Document Release Date: August 9, 2010
• Sequence Number: 1
• Publication Date: November 1, 1983
• Content Type: OPEN SOURCE

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L] ON PAGE /40:L- November 1983
the plan called for entrees with the soviet and coffee with`
feds--but u.s. intelligence paid the steepest tab
story. wit
That
the aflel
cold. lilt- ..Int. I was wondering unhappily
how to get back to DuPont Circle dry
without spending money I didn't have fur
a cab, hating myself for having decided on
impulse to come to,tthis'afIair. It.was a `
memoir '~T CAR.I.0,~.~i.~R with a big name, the National Center for.
tos
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clean, small I NOTICED his glossy nails; then his : Security Studies, -: a liberal think ?. tank
hands; then the bright-white calling card with the elegant black script that housed-in-what load 'once been a bit o a
read, ANDREY N. SUVOROV. THIRD SECRETARY OF THE EMBASSY OF THE UNION OF SOVIET SOCIALIST - mallsluti with c un?ing stairs. while wood.
REPVSUCS. WASVINGTON. DC work and blue carpets. But the mints on
"Let we introduce myself,"-hc said. I turned to see the amused blue eyes of a sturdy
the upper factor we rt tiny ;and;stu8c?ct with
man of30 or 35, well turned out.in a soft-gray:wool suit, a blond f o r e l o c k boyishly deep. : tilc~c and ' d e s +n~eilic trd now
.1>~ :dn?
ing his WW pale brow;_hlscheekbones high, his checks rosy.
crowd ot` ish i an nlnini:utc` of lhr.
I bilked at his card again. "I'm honored,". I said. near left nibblibblinn
g laie r and sipping tatablis
He waved his hand and'smiled. "Third secretary is nothing.". he said. "It is a very and trading bits of political gossip. 1
junior diplomatic post. -1 am glorified errand boy, This is just to tell you"--and here he. among them nibbling; sipping and gossip
ing and basically doing what I was always
doing those days, trying to find support for
the organization I helped roil, the :\xsas-
sination Infi-rntaticat Bureau. The A.I.B.
had been firmed in 1973 by a small group
of Cambridge waters pushing In reopen
the John 1'. Krtu-rdy and Manin -Luther
King. Jr.. murder cases. We moved the
A.I.B. to Washington in 15177 afirr the
House set up the Select Camimitter oft
:~ssaxsitwlionx. We were a club' cc rtified
tax-excerpt public-education group, in
town as scatchJag to tl-c? new' t?cntntitlee.
'There are always lots ni'littir outfits like
Ihr A.I.H. in Washington. The pauperized
1?1sitt'rt liNS (such %%a% on tai he) 41l'111e more
or less tell-wing mom always show III) at
liberal -wcasiutis such as this deception,
and the sound cif us all crowded together
coatld (k carter sxing. '!lu smi,marh >:rts to
-,slay home. Bin then yon think. No, this
schooling at brie' is }t.?trt nfyour chutes job;
you may get to stake it lktiut or a c?ootac?t
or a deal. So, suddruh?. you go after all,
and yen fcrrgrl your umbrella. The pity-
c4 aloes when a rating stall aide.
rommritting on the imlxtrtasmee or Your
work. says. "We think you'd du better with
UFOs. '
I had gone otr to stare in a sulk out the
window at the run. acid that was when the
tiny glint of a man's well-manicured
thumbnail gave me my first inkling of tln?
third sec?retar?.
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