Over the next three days we looked at guns, were escorted from place to place like dignitaries, indeed saw the Kremlin gun collection, ate some awful meals (I'll tell that story another time), went skeet shooting with Eugene Petrov, the Gold Medal-winning Olympic shooter (I let him beat me), saw the changing of the guard at Lenin's tomb (impressive) and took in a beautiful performance at the famed Bolshoi Ballet. After the ballet we went to a fancy reception at one of the gilded, chandelier-filled government palaces. [pagebreak] The Mysterious Viktor
Meanwhile, Viktor and I were hitting it off better. He spoke American English with a New York accent, picked up when he was a member of the Soviet delegation to the U.N. He was a man to be liked, I discovered during our jaunts, and also a man to be feared.