On my next day of work, Robert Ghost and I spent 2+ hours in the meeting room of our affordable housing development offices. It was pleasant and cordial. As we talked more, I learned more, like:
The Consulate had a wooden shack on its roof that snoops thought was relaying encoded messages back to the Soviet Union.
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Sergei was suspected to be the top West Coast spy.
When I asked Sergei what he did with his days, he replied that he read and summarized many American periodicals and newspapers and sent his analysis home.
Sergei was not allowed to drive within 10 miles of Marin's dilapidated Hamilton Air Force Base, which had not had military jets land on it since the 70's.
Sergei was having his sweet, gentle, seven year old son take karate lesson, because he knew Russia's streets were tough and he wanted his son to be prepared for those mean streets when his assignment here ended.
On a Saturday Sergei, his wife, and son joined Clark's family and their seven year old daughter and buddy Ray for a barbecue in my heavily fenced, fortified, ivy covered, and sheltered from-street-observations backyard.
Sergei didn't say a thing when two buff guys in t-shirts came through the front gate and down my narrow fenced pathway to the back yard. The first guy flipped out his wallet, showing me an ID that said he was a representative of the non-profit Children's Garden.
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