Spy Line [antikvár]

Chapter 1 "Glasnost is trying to escape over the Wall, and getting shot mth2i silenced machine gun!*' said Kleindorf. "That's the latest joke from over there." He spoke just loudly enough to make himself heard above the strident sound of the piano. His English had an American accent that he sometimes sharpened. I laughed as much as I could, now that he'd told me it was a joke. I'd heard it before, and anyway Kleindorf was hopeless at telling jokes: even good jokes. Klemdorf took the cigar from his mouth, blew smoke at the ceiling, and tapped ash into an ashtray. Why he was so finicky I don't know; the whole damned room was like a used ashtray. Magically the smoke appeared above his head, writhing and coiling, üke angry gray serpents trapped inside the spotUght's beam. ^ I laughed too much, it encouraged him to try another inc. "Pretty faces look alike, but an ugly face is ugly in its own way," said Kleindorf.