Salutations Comrade Ernest!
Let me repeat once again how thrilled I am with the prospect (clever pun on Nevsky Prospekt in your last report! We are all laughing about that down at the Embassy!) of handling your case for the Komitet Gosudarstvennoy Bezopasnosti. I know I went on very long in my last missive but you have no idea how profoundly For Whom the Bell Tolls meant to me. I am sure every young man tells you this but I felt that Robert Jordan was my reflection and that I should strive to one day be as strapping a piece of young manhood as he or yourself. With the help of my English professors in the KGB Academy I confiscated all of your books and read every single one. Needless to say, handling your case is a dream come true more wildly than I could have imagined.
Thus you will know how much it saddens me to inform you that we will be ceasing to accept your reports. As outlined in all of my previous contacts with you, both written, verbal and encoded, and especially insisted upon by me in the message I drew with charcoal upon your manly body late last month as you slumbered in your bed (I apologize for having forgotten to undersign! I hope you realized it was from me) all the information you provide is of no use to us here at the Embassy and will not forward the Great Socialist Project. To illustrate here is the report you provided of a conversation between President Roosevelt and his wife, Eleanor:'There's not enough milk in this coffee,' the man said.It is hard to know what is going on. I get the sense that the president and his wife were talking about something important but could not put into words. It is your job as a spy to inform and this is not informative! Telling us what happens is good but better when you tell us why! This is why we cannot continue our association. I wish you the best in your future endeavors and know that you will always have one fan in Soyuz Sovetskikh Sotsialisticheskikh Respublik.
'You never think there's enough milk. Then you add more. Then you think there's too much.'
'I could use a drop more.'
'If you do splash some in.'
'Have you seen Harold lately?' the man asked.
'No, he keeps to himself these days.'
'You never keep to yourself, you and your friends.'
'And you have your constant companions.'
'I'll have some more milk,' the man poured a small amount of milk into his coffee and took a sip.
'How is it now?' the woman asked.
'Perfect. Just the way I want it.'
'Don't play, you're never happy.'
'I'm always happy, my dear.'
Yours in camaraderie,
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