For half an hour the five Communist seamen soaked up the intriguing sights at Klein's, a big, crowded low-price store on Manhattan's Union Square. Reluctantly, they edged toward the door through the noontime jam. Just before they got outside, one of the sightseers asked his buddies to wait a moment; he wanted to buy some hair tonic. He elbowed back through the crush—and set his course for another exit. Once in the street, he started running. He had no destination, only a direction: west. Victor Jaanimets, 29, Soviet seaman from Estonia, wanted to put all the distance he could...
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