LAST OF THREE ARTICLES ON LIPPERT CASE

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• Publication Date: April 10, 1970
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LAST OF THREE ARTICLES ON LIPPERT CASE
[Article by Alekaey Golub and Boris Daneliyat Moscow, Eros 1, Russian,
10 April 1970, pp 10-12]
Bco on Elkenbaohstrasso
"Shuba-l"' did not like to be detained in Sossenheim. The govern-
ment barracks and the gloomy Solidariats wandering around the camp caused
him to feel disgusted. The eon of a teariat colonel, and son of a Polish
gentleman, Zhura Ostrovskiy -- who subsequently took the last name
Romanov -- had an attraction toward luxury. He held business meetings
in the comfortable restaurant of the fashionable Rex Hotel. But most
often "Shaba=l,+ would get into his Mercedes and hurry across the entire
city to his own apartment on Elkenbaohatraeso.
Ogre Zhura would be transformed. He would hang his stylish suit
of British tweed in the wardrobe and go straight to the bedroom. That
room was done in pinkish hues and was fuxmi hed in a style that reminded
one not so much of the home of an old bachelor as the boudoir of a
seventeenth-century courtesan. After digging around in the chiffoniere,
"Shaba-1" would put on a silk dressing gown that somewhat resembled a
lady's p"Spoir, and, drawing up a satin hassock, would settle himself
in front of the mirror.
"Shaba-111 would attentively examine every blotch and blemish
on his face, rub cream lotions into the wrinkles under his eyes, and
pluck his eyebrows. Sometimes, in special situations, Zhura would
color his lips slightly, giving preference to the iridescent lipstick
produced by Coty.
If,_while he was so engag+ad,. the telephone should ring, *,,huba-l?
would lift the receiver and in a languid feminine voice answer, ?Hell-o-o-of
Yes, this is Matilda speaking!"
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Matilda was the intimate name of "Shuba-1," a name which, like the
number of the telephone in the pink bedroom, was known to only a very few.
That is what he was called by only his very close friends, whom Romanov
did not like to display too such. They oven included a certain American
general, who once, in memory of his visit, gave his host an elegant signet-
ring containing a rare blue stone. And although the signet-ring was a
lady's ring, Zhura so valued the attention shown by the highly-placed
Yankee that he never parted from that decoration and constantly wore it
on his middle finger. . .
Matilda spent that Christmas evening in the company of "her"
closest associate in Solidarism, Alekafndr Artemov (Zaytsev). Leaving
"her" guest to himself for a little while, Matilda fluttered around the
apartment, tinkling wine glasses and silverware. From the kitchen was
wafted the aroma, of a roast goose with apples, that had been prepared
by Matilda "all by myself!"
In a. little while, Matilda rolled out a little "table for two"
on wheels, in the center of which was a silver wine bucket with a bottle
of champagne sticking out of it..
The "intime" little dinner was suddenly interrupted by a sharp
ring of the doorbell in the vestibule. On tippy-toes, Romanov went to
the door and looked out of the peephole. Standing on the landing were
the disheveled Poremskiy* (ikoloviich, and Shirinkina.
"Who's there?" Romanov asked, unable to believe his own eyes.
!" Poremskiy'a voice answered.
Romanov feverishly tore the silk dressing gown off him and,
hurriedly wiping off the lipstick, started to put on the first jacket
he could latch onto.
"What's the password?" he asked, stalling for time.
"Does Frau Schmidt live here?" Okolovich whispered into the keyhole.
"Frau Schmidt has moved next fir," Romanov answered,"but her
niece still lives here. . . Come in!"
Seeing traces of lipstick on Romanov'e face, Shirinkina could
not keep from asking in a barbed tone of voice, "4h, excuse i i Do you
have a lady here?"
Artemov (Zaytsev), who had not expected to meet his associates
here, began rushing around the apartment looking for refuge. But it was
too late.
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"t!!n, Aleksandr Nikolayevich and I have been discussing a few things
Romanov said in a hesitating manner, attempting to explain Artemov's
presence. "So We really apropos that you should drop by. . ."
Toremskiy and Okolovioh, interrupting one another, told. about the
mysterious event that had occurred in the middle of the party at the
Mazurka Restaurant.
The fact that it was specifically Skorina who disappeared especially
perplexed Matilda. If the situation had already gone that far, then the
one who was the moat likely person to be kidnapped was he, "Shaba-1."
It was also not precluded that the old henchman of the Intelligence Service,
Okolovich, could also attract attention to himself. If worst came to
worst, the kidnappers could stop their choice on the "chief ideologist."
But poor insignificant Skorina! That was not only unexplainable
so, to a certain extent, insulting!
Solidarist Skorina was felt to be the most unqualified associate
and was used for only the least important jobs. Not only did he not have
a permanent corner to call his own, but he also did not even have his
own bedding or own pillow. His sole property was a well-polished log
that he would put under his head when he vent to sleep.
And suddenly the person whom everyone had dismissed long ago with
a wave of the hand had been kidnapped!
"I completely reject the possibility of kidnapping!" Shirinkina
said confidentlSre "But it's completely possible that that oddball wormed
his way into our midst and now be'a run off somewhere!"
it was necessary to go to Sossenheim immediately, in order to carry
out a detailed investigationaon the spot. When the bosses of "Shuba"
arrived at the camp, everyone was already sound asleep. Romanov ordered
the porter to wake up Skorina's friend, Chikarleyev, immediately. But
that proved to be not so simple. The drunk-as-a-skunk Solidarist mumbled
something incoherent and kept kicking at the porter.
The only thing that could- bring Chikarleyev to his senses was a
bucket of cold water. But he coula not say anything valuable about Skorina's
disappearance. Chikarleyev only said that Skorina had a girl friend who
was a maid at a small suburban hotel in Bad Homburg and whose name was
Gertrud.
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In a few minutes Romanov'e black Mercedes, accompanied by the old
rattletrap Volkswagen containing the bodyguards who had been awakened as
a result of the alert,, was already speeding along the road to Bad Homburg.
The nighttime guests, together with their bodyguards, dashed
unceremoniously into Gertrud's room.
The half-awake maid, modestly buttoning up his nightgown, began
assuring them that she never knew any Solidarista at all and she didn't
want to know any. But if the gentlemen were thinking about that Russian
who says that he is a watchmaker, she hadn't seen him for more than three
weeks.
The whole gang dashed for the exit. But before saying good-bye to
Oertrud, the experienced henchman of British intelligence, ?kolovioh,
walked up to the bed and, as though accidentally, tugged at the and of the
feather comforter. The comforter slipped down onto the floor, and what
should appear but the figure of the peacefully sleeping figure of a
man, all curled up like a Danish pastry. Who was it but Skorinal
"t t'e the matter?'t Skorina grumbled with displeasure. "Where am I?"
was $ nked out of a nice warm bed and taken directly to
Sossenheim and, for violation of discipline, given 15 days of bread and
water in the brig.
ing his polished log under his head, Skorina resumed his
Interrupted sleep*
unsuccessful referendum
A very important act began in Moscow at 1810 hours in the glassed-in
vestibule of building No. 14 on Bumazhnyy Proyesd.. In the list of assignments
given by Madge Ara, it was designated by number 4 and was formulated as
follows s
,'Carry out a general referendum concerning the state reorganization
in the USSR (parliamentary republic or constitutional monarchy)."
And so, at 1810 hours, after finishing our ordinary workday,. we went
down to the vestibule, put on our overcoats, and, as usual, said good night
to the janitor.
"Good night, nowt" the janitor said.
"Oh, by the way," one of us suddenly said, "you're on duty here. .:t
"Yes, sirt" the janitor confirmed in a dignified tone. I' very third
day l It's the schedule!"
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"Oh, I see," we said. "Say, have you ever given any thought to
what you would rather have __ a parliamentary republic or a constitutional
monarchy?!!
"What are you talking about? The tsar, or something?" the janitor
said, bursting out laughing. "You jokesters are something else! You'll
say anything to get material for a funny feature article!"
It was obvious that the janitor was not inclined to take seriously
the problem that we had advanced. We turned up our collars and went out
into the street. A line of people was waiting near the taxi stand.
%" Ladies and gentleLent" one of us began, without beating around
the bush. "We're conducting a referendum about state reorganization."
"Please speak right out!" the other said. "What are you in favor of?
parliamentary republic or a constitutional monarchy?"
An old geezer wearing felt galoshes and with a luxurious moustache,
who had been standing at the and of the line, took a step toward us
and, holding onto his eyeelaeeee, began looking us over attentively.
It was completely possible that he w 4s getting ready to express his
opinion on the subject we had brought up. But at that instant the,"Bafik"
arrived and the line of people dashed to the bus. We grabbed one man by
sleeve.
,c are you grabbing onto?" the man with the moustache bellowed.
,,you hooligans , you."'
look as though they're decent people," a lady wearing a
take leopard-skin coat added. "But the smell of vodka off of them would
knock you out! They ought to throw those parliamentarians into the
sobering-up tank! Their monarchy too!"
We scarcely had time to bat an eye before we were sitting in a
police motorcycle side-oar. En route, so as not to lose any time, we
continued the referendum.
"Okay, okay," the driver said. "We'll settle that when we get
there! You'll get your monarchy there and you'll get a nice cold shower too!"
The sobering-up tank proved to be a rather comfortable institution.
Cuts little curtains hung at the windows and all the people who worked
there were wearing snow-white gowns. A very pleasant nurse seated us
in wheel chairs and scooted us up to a desk at which a stern-looking medic
in a high white cap was sitting.
He handed us each a glass tube that resembled a cigarette and said,
'Blow! "
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Soon hee took the tubes away from us.
"The 8hinkaranko test is negative," he told the nurse quietly.
"No signs of dr menneess. It's probably a more difficult case than
might have assumed."
The nurse turned the wheel chairs around so that we were sitting
with our face to the light, and the stern medic began to study us
carefully.
'Mat seems to be troubling you gentlemen?" he asked awes
"What's this monarchy you' ree talking about?"
weft x clam br*ast of everything.
"Ohl, then, you're fulfilling an assignment for 'Shaba'," the doctor
d, su=ting it up. "That's, very good! And you wouldn't also happen
to see pink elephants in front of your eyes too, would you?"
We immediately disowned the pink elephants.
"I see, I see,"' the doctor said, writing aomethine down m a. file card.
"Now, then, is there any chance that one of you might be Napoleon and the
other one Josephine?"
"24O. no!" we protested. "At the very beginning we wanted to call
ourselves :fitony and Cleopaatra. But now we're both Jaguars!"
"Ch, Jaguars t" the doctor exclaimed joyously, throwing a victorious
glance in the direction of the pretty nurse. "This is absolutely splendit#
A very typical case ! Jaguars ! rr
Our stay at the medical institution threatened to drag out somewhat.
But fortunately our operations staff was not dozing. The deep meditations
of the stern medic were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door, after
which our colleague from the "operations division," Mariya Xirillovna,
appeared on the threshold.
on as the doctor learned that we were writing a satirical
article, he immediately became angry.
"4f course I understand humor," he said reproachfully. "But is
this really anything to joke about? To make exaggerated statements about
some kind of monarchy! That is a clearly expressed symptom of paranoidal
schizophrenia! You shouldn't joke about things like that!"
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With a relieved feeling we got into the staff car that was waiting
for us in the driveway and went to our various homes.
At that very time our "bosses" in Frankfurt-am-Main were reporting
to Mister Smith in his secret apartment in the Rex Hotel about our under-
ground "molecule."
"It in a well-developed and well-armed organization," "ihuba-l}" said.
''"It is headed by a student leader who is very popular among the youth.,,
"Okay!" the American said, nodding his head.
"This is the first time that we have succeeded in creating an entire
operations staff!" the head of the secret sector said excitedly. "The
organisation has access to military documents and has at its disposal
information concerning potential allies and possible enemies of Russia in
a future war! Particularly about Turkey.?
"Oksy!" the American said, nodding his head.
"But you must agree, Mister nth, that without money. . .,
As soon as the conversation came around to money, the business-like
Yankee began to have the very same doubts that had nagged at the "Shuba?
disburser, accountant Werahof.
.
me did you give this operation?" he asked.
"Operation Seminarist I" Romanov said weightily.
Mister Smith made a wry face.
"It's unmysterious and ineffective,,, he said. ?Not only that,
but all your operations have names that are as alike as peas. in a pod.
Seminarist, Bishop, Monk-Priest, . . The only name that's missing is
Churob-Chandeliers "
Smith stared fixedly at Romanov. Matilda began nervously twisting
around on "her" finger the signet-ring that had been the gift of the American
general..
The code name for the operation," the American said, making a
dramatic gesture, tie right in your hands."
"Excuse me," Romanov said, "I don't understand the hint!"
greet-ring!" the Yankee said.
And so Operation Seminarist received its second name. From that
time one, the operation was a matter not only of " Shuba" but also of its
bosses. A now agent record card appeared in the card file of the Frankfurt
"Association of Friends of Russian Freedom.,,
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However, when planning the operation with the new code name, the
participants of the meeting in the Rex Hotel did not know that that
operation had already been completed. Its last stage was the referendum
concerning the state reorganization, a process that had ended for us with a
trip to the sobering-up tank.
all we had to do was to pick up our pens and sum up the total,
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The ancient city of Frankfurt-am-Main has many tourist attractions.
Five monumental bridges hanging over the mighty Main, three ancient
g powder towers that are constantly surrounded by curious tourists,
famous Frankfurt beer. . .
not
But we wort/fortunate enough to savor any of these.
Instead of telling the reader about the tourist attractions of that
ancient city, we sex* forced to discuss several unattractive formations,
a "border strip," and a water tank. Those are the miserable stage scenery
against which the handful of pitiful renegades act after hiring themselves
out to gather intelligence about our country and to recruit agents for the
1rIA.
As for the information, it was obtained any which way by means of
ordinary scissors. Every morning in Soasenhaim begins with the Solidarists
arming thamselves with the tailor's tools and cutting fresh Soviet news-
papers to shreds. The semifinished material, in the form of newspaper
clippings, is sent to the ''secret sector," where the experts in anti-Soviet
slop preparation work in the sweat of their brow around the PI'S hot plate.
They chop up the facts, season them with a lavish amount of libel,
sprinkle in some insinuation, add some unmitigated lies, pepper the
concoction with their own malice -- and the slop is ready.
"Shaba-l? takes a pot with that "opeciaU k or tie :vee! a hurries
to the "'Association of American Friends of Russian Freedom" in order to
exchange it in kind for canned meat, processed cheese, and checkered
jackets. Meanwhile, other "Shuba's" are carrying the same commodity
to other intelligence addresses.
The stingy Yankees, before loosening; their purse-strings, want to
be convinced of the reliability of the information obtained. A clerk
calls his colleague at a local intelligence service on the telephone.
But Poremakiy or Okolovich is already sitting there, treating the "Herr
Neighbor" with the same slop out of exactly the same pot. Thus, the "facts',
delivered by "Shuba,l find their complete confirmation.
'1O y l " the American exclaims in a satisfied tone.
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"Auf Wiedereehen!" his associate says.
to the recruitment of agents
the situatio
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much worse. As the expression goes, thingpare really toughs
True, once they succeeded in contacting a Soviet tourist. The guest
was attentively studying one of the three gunpowder towers in Frankfurt.
"Feat! Want some illegal leaflets?" the Solidarist who was assigned
to the o
ti
pera
on whispered to his.
"Sure, I'll take ism!" the tourist answer.
"I got more!" the delighted "Shuba" agent said.
"Hand 'em over! }' the tourist said.
When the guest repeated the request the third time, the Solidarist,
in order to convince him, turned his secret pockets inside out.
"That's all I had ! I don't have any morel',
"Pity!" the tourist said and, after tearing the Solidarist creations
into tiny pieces, tossed them into the trash can.
But if the recruitment of agents is not successfuly, it is
necessary to create the appearance that the NTS has an infinite number of
supporters. After using any tricks to obtain an address, the heads of
NTS enter into correspondence with Soviet citizens by posing an stamp
collectors, collectors of picture post cards, or lovers of literature.
Concomitantly with the attraction for postal miniatures, they
attempt to enrich themselves with a thorough knowledge about our country,
extending their inaatiabl,e curiosity to state and military seorOts. In
the final analysis that exchange of courtesies ends in a transparent hint,
English sentence, and hot iron.
Usually the contact breaks off with the iron. But "Shuba"
continues to report to its bosses about the successful implementation of
Operation Deacon or Operation Layman.
collector from Ryazan' or Kurgan senses rath
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look at the T itifu2 figure in the checkered ticket
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cached, and agree to drop into a certain mail box a brief message to
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But there also those people who, for a sizeable amount of money,
travel to a foreign country with obviously hostile intentions. It is
precisely with, this intention that two not exactly unknown people came to
Our Country - a teacher from a British college, Gerald Brooke, and a
student from the University of Heidelberg, 3chasffhauser. Almost immediately
After setting foot on our land, they began to sow the poisonous seeds of
as cti- o et .sm. Rovever, they Immediately became convinced that the
couldn't count cd having those seeds sprout. Strongly convinced t
Almost nobody knows anything about the people who are based in
Sossenhaim, in Prankfurt itself. Everything that occurs there is
reliably concealed from the outsider's view by a high solid fence. At
night one can hear the barking of the sentry dogs, horrible screams, and
Curt ands emanating from there.
But all the activities going on behind the fence are far from a
Secret to everybody, The Bonn government 18 Completely aware of whom
it has given shelter to, under its hospitable roof..
At one time the NTS did quite a bit of work in the Hitler army's
intelligence service, the Abwehr, and the Bonn secret service also
sometimes shows no aversion to its services.
Business-like Americans love good advertising. They never lose
an opportunity to place their trade mark on any article in order to
emphasize that it was made in .America. We came in contact with the carbon
paper for secret writing, received unambiguous instructions, and saw
anti-Soviet publications. All those things were intended for subversive
activity and for espionage purposes. But not a single article bore a
trade mark, although it would have been very fitting to place on them
the three words that American businessmen love so deaarlys ""Made in USA. "
MLrge telephone calls to the West
the Solidaarista enter a game
they attem
t to secu
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the advantage for themselves. That advantage lies in the fact that they
know the true name of their addressee, while the addressee, thinking that
he is corresponding with somebody named. Levin or Lippert, is actually
being duped.
In this instance everything was just the reverse. ?,Shubaa" assumed
that it was conducting successful work with its "molecule,?, but actually
it was furnishing excellent material to a satirical magazine.
When we had accumulated a completely sufficient amount of material
for this documentary report, we decided to arrange a little surprise for
our "bosses" in Sossenhaim. First, to sow confusion among them with regard
to the Moscow 'molecule." And, secondly, to offer them the opportunity
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express their views openly, without resorting to secret writing.
We called Frankfurt-am-Main by international telephone and got
h to the apartment of Romanov, the head of "Shuba. e" Prom the
other and of the line we could hear a frightened voice that, with equal
success, could have belonged either to a man or a woman.
"Who did you want to talk to?"
"We'd like to talk to. . .+'
"He's not at home. . ."
me, but who are you?"
unimportant. . . Wha
the matter?"
te're calling from the editorial office. We're two correspondents."
"Call tomorrow. . . at 10 o'clock in the morning. . . But I'm not promising anything. . .'1
but who have we been talking to?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then someone
coughed in a mannish style and suddenly a baritone voice said, "You can.
call me 0l'ga Ivanovna."
But the next day, at the stipulated time, Matilda's apartment did
not answer. That meant either that "Shuba-l" did not pick up the telephone,
or that he had imaediately moved, bag and baggage, to gossenheim. We had
nothing left to do but to call the headquarters.
The person who happened to answer the telephone was an active member
of the organization, Irina Peerakrestova. Hearing that Moscow was oalling,
she hastened to identify herself as an ordinary telephone operator and
stated that she was not authorized to answer any questions.
After a repeated call, one of the habituees of Matilda's b
Artemov (7,aytsev) came to the telephone.
a Indochina?" he exclaimed joyously.
oir,
"No, Moscow 111
We could hear a strained puffing at the other end. Judging by
individual muffled voices that we could make out, a feverish meeting was
being held around the telephone.
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t do you mean, it's not Indochina?" Artemov asked again
in a disappointed voice.
After the memorable Christmas party in the Mazurka Restaurant,
at which Solid grist Chikarleyev gave his stay in Indochina as an alibi,
all the members of that organization dreamed about that promised land.
not! It's Moscow! Could you call Romanov to the Phone?"
t
" Oh ! at
'Vell, can you or can't you?"
"Romanov'a not here. . . I talk for him!"
then. Would you please tell us how your office is financed?"
"What!"
1
4'Well, what are your means of existence?"
"We're gust not inclined to carry on discussions by telephone.
Especially with Krokodil. .11
It seemed to us that, as members of one of the "molecules," we
had the right to be informed about the financial affairs of the organiza-
tion. But Artemov apparently did not know anything about our contacts
with the NTS. Therefore we decided to introduce ourselves.
"You wouldn't happen to know Lippert, would you?" we asked.
"Alex Lippert? He's our boss And we're Jaguar-101 and Jaguar-102!11
who?"
y
"Alex Lippert! . . . Lip-pert ! "
It was at that point that the person on the other end finally
e meaning of our telephone nail.
"Lippert? That's the first time I've heard the name!" Matilda's
fsiend said, hurrying to disassociate himself from from his 4MV9ling salesman-
"Why are you calling? . ."
Then Artemov's nerves suddenly gave way. He began hysterically
rhyming the name Lippert with the names of venereal diseases which, as a
xule, are not spoken aloud. We had to hang up.
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Having talked to the servant, we were also obliged to talk to his
?Hello, CIA?"
The voice on the other end was Washington. The voice of the
United States Central Intelligence Agency.
Moscow:"Wetre calling from Krokodil l magazine. We'd like to talk
to talk to someone in the personnel department or in the Russian emigre
division.M
hington: 'One moment, please. . *"(Pause).
Washington: "Hello! Halby speaking.,,
Moscow: ,?Who are we talking to??
Washingtons "This is the security duty officer.,,
Moscow:? We 'd like some information about the Nat organization
and the people connected with it.,,
Washington: "N`J:` how do you spell that?"
Moscow: "It as in Nancy, T as in Thomas , S as in Sara.,,
Washington: "Oh! Well, at this minute none of those people are
here. . . Maybe I can answer your question. Would you please repeat I
Moscow: (We repeat the question..)
Washington: "Would you please wait a minute? . ." (Pause) "Wait
ant. . 4 it
Moscow: "all right 111
Washington: "Exactly who are we talking to?'$
Moscow: ?We're correspondents with Kro~ k dil magazine."
Washington: "How do you spell that?"
Moscow$ (We spell it.)
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Washingtont "okay t Wait a moment, please." (pause) "I have just
talked to a few people at one of our divisions and their security service
feels that if you want any information about this matter you will have to
get in touch directly with the American Embassy in Moscow."
Moscow: "In that what they told you there?"
Washingtons "Yea.,,
Moscow: "Then you do not want to tell us anything about this matter'
right?"
Washington: "That's right. You'll have to get in touch with the
American Embassy back there in Moscow.,,
Moscowt "Thank you.,#
We never did understand exactly what the CIA security officer was
hinting at. Either that they were better informed at the American Embassy
about the activities of the NT3, or that he simply trying to get rid of
Be that as it may, both the bosses and the servants avoided giving
any direct information. And that is understandable. What could you
expect from peoplewhose activities cannot withstand the light of day?
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