By Cassie Tanks Spy Dreams My nose hovered above the glass. I leaned so close that the faintest traces of my breath condensed, gently distorting my view of erstwhile Cold Warrior and leader of the former Soviet Union, Nikita Khrushchev. I wanted nothing more than to gently shimmy the case and watch the head of the man barred from Disneyland wobble to-and-fro. But I behaved myself. And the toy bobble-head Khrushchev remained still. Instead, I contented myself with studying the comically stout features and gleamingly bald head of the doll until… “Ma’am. Ma’am. MA’AM!”, a kind but insistent voice said…
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