About a year in, the CIA informed them that their landlord and next-door-neighbor was a KGB spy, and he had probably bugged their townhouse. They panicked, briefly, as they reviewed what they had said. Nothing of national security import, they decided. This episode is dark comedy: why didn’t the Agency, in the depths of the Cold War, realize that a newly-minted operations officer had been assigned to living quarters cheek-by-jowl with a man from Soviet intelligence? Was the CIA station in a country close to the Soviet Union that clueless? Guess so – the Mowatt-Larssens swiftly moved to another rental. the cipher brief
Viene sempre raccontata la triste sacralità del mestiere di spia.
La signora ha in un colpo solo trovato marito, stipendio e divertimento.
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