Remember the James Bond stories? He knew more about mixing drinks than any bartender in town.
“I was awoken in the middle of the night,” recalled Polymeropoulos, 51. “I just had incredible vertigo, dizziness. I wanted to throw up. The room was spinning. I couldn’t even stand up without falling down. I had tinnitus ringing in my ears.”— A CIA Officer Visits Moscow, Returns With Mysterious, Crippling Headaches
Sounds like Greek plastic, not a real family name, but what do you expect of the CIA? Is there a family named Bond? Probably not that common, it’s like being born in jail or something like that.
It’s a code name, in any case.
Party. Too much vodka. Hangover. Some guy being all tired and emotional about it, but it might be a 12-step program back in the U.S. and the CIA career is over, unless there’s some other cover for drinking too much alcohol.
The CIA cover story is being spread too thin, though. You can’t really make this stuff up. Or maybe he’ll “defect” and attend an Alcoholics Anonymous program downtown Moscow. Who really knows?