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Pilot Barsov was the Russian who crash-landed his Soviet bomber at a U.S. airfield in Austria last October, and in Russian and broken English announced that he and his navigator, 2nd Lieut. Piotr Pirogov, wanted to see the U.S. They particularly wanted to see the state of Virginia, about which they had heard on the Voice of America. Brought to the U.S., they were marched through Virginia in high style, given the full hero-of-the-cold-war treatment (TIME, Feb. 14). Then the Voice of America gave them $100 apiece, and they were turned loose in the land...
Dreams & Delirium. Young (28), handsome Piotr Pirogov quickly found a literary agent, arranged to give lectures, write articles and turn out a book. But Barsov was at a loss. Older than his navigator and outranking him, he seemed to resent his pal's success. An inarticulate, heavy-boned man with thick-knuckled peasant hands, Barsov found himself all but ignored. In his diary he noted: "As always, all-knowing and haughty to the point of stupidity, [Pirogov] insulted me repeatedly . . . Today's quarrel with Pirogov made clear my dependency upon...
Days later, he met Pirogov in a bar on upper Broadway. The embassy had promised, Barsov said, that if they would both go home, there would be no reprisal and no trial. He asked Pirogov to stop work on the book he was writing, offered to get him the money to pay back whatever advances had been made. Pirogov was scornful. As they left, Pirogov said: "Tell them thanks for their offer of money and for finding such a fool in you. If we ever meet again, it will be as bitter enemies." Barsov replied: "The embassy says it makes...
...After Pirogov reported this to U.S. authorities, Barsov was watched closely. Immigration men had no intention of allowing the Russians to smuggle their backslid refugee out of the country in a dramatic "rescue." Three weeks later, Pirogov arranged to meet Barsov in a Washington restaurant "Aux Trois Mousquetaires," a block from the White House...
...five men and two women walked in casually and sat down. A few minutes later Barsov appeared with Pirogov. A waitress started toward them. One of the men reached out, seized her firmly by the arm and told her not to move. The seven rose. One tapped Barsov on the shoulder. "Immigration officers," he said. They hustled the Russians into the street...