The man turned and sauntered up to the sign. ÒWhat have we here?Ó he began, in a thick accent. ÒI am from Russia. You have heard of Russia?Ó He scanned the magazineÕs table of contents. ÒI know the writers in the underground press, but I do not know these people,Ó he said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. ÒI know him,Ó he finally said, with some satisfaction.
ÒThatÕs me,Ó said the peddler.