Soviet Ambassador Anatoli Dobrynin is a cordial man, admired by Washington hostesses for his charming mimicry of bourgeois social graces. So special was his position that he had been accustomed to entering the State Department by driving into the basement garage and then riding a private elevator to the seventh floor, where the Secretary's office is located.
All this changed at 5 p.m. on Jan. 29,1981, when Dobrynin called on me for the first time in my new capacity. In a maneuver that was savored for its subtle nuances and vivid symbolism, Dobrynin's car was made to back out of the garage...
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