…then Alabama and Georgia. It was after all of that in which I ran into the Iranians. I don’t know who or what I had at the time. Then I moved to the London Inn where I met the Russian, or one who spoke a degree of Russian and invited me for vodka. He carried a briefcase and wore a white shirt and dress pants. His hair was just above the shoulder, dark brown, no beard or mustache, medium complexion, about 5’8” tall medium build. He resided directly above my apartment.
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