“Are you CIA?” I shook my head. “Retired military. I busted our guy once. Are you FSB or SVR?” “SVR,” he said, which meant Sluzhba Vneshney Razvedki, which was their foreign intelligence service. Like the CIA, or the DGSE, or MI6 in Britain. Then he said, “But we’re all still KGB really. Old wine, new bottles.”
