Anya and Lewis are young. They are in love. They are living in the fast lane, and someone else is paying for it all. You know it can’t last. Not when it is the KGB and the CIA, unaware of each other, are picking up the tab


I spent 8 years underground, unable to say “I don’t like the President”, lest I am called a RACIST. Now, finally, I can honestly say, “No, I don’t like the President”. Free, free at last.