"Two of the men held revolvers to our frightened faces. The third undressed us. In two minutes we were in our underwear. Her whole body quivering, she grabbed my arm and dragged me upstairs . . ."
In the officially prudish Soviet Union, where every word destined for print is eyed beadily for salaciousness as well as political error, these winy words had as much chance of escaping notice as a nudist at a fashion show. Worse yet, they appeared in T.S. 41, From an Intelligence Agent's Notebook, a shoot-'em-up spy story in the Schoolchild's Library series published by the staid D.O.S.A.A.F....
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