“Well,” Vasilyev scowled, “when I came back to Morocco after many years the Soviet Cultural Center was no more, no surprise since the same was true for the USSR. But I was not pleased by what I found in its place.” Grishkov shook his head, and said, “I’m afraid to ask, but will. What was it?” Vasilyev replied grimly, “A certain American hamburger restaurant.” Grishkov stared and asked, “Not...” Vasilyev nodded. “Yes, the one with ‘golden arches.’ I will not say its name.” Grishkov shook his head, and said, “I can see why you were not pleased.”
