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and fanned out into the countryside, testing the mood of the
people. In a great many cases they found men and
women-entire families-who were just barely hanging
on to life, victims of the many roving gangs of
thugs in the land.
The men and women of the IPF spoke
grammatically correct English, with only a very
slight accent. They were very polite: the men were often
courtly in their dealings with American women,
straightforward and open with the American men. At first.
But conditions and deportment among the IPF were
subject to
sudden and drastic changes-very soon.
An American man asked where the people had come from.
"Originally, Eastern Europe," came the
reply, always with a smile.
"That would account for the accent."
"Yes."
"And you want?"
"To be your friend, and for you to be our friends. To live in
peace in this troubled world. To try and find the cause
for the terrible tragedy that has befallen us all, and
to correct it."
"Isn't that what we all want?"
"Yes," Gen. Georgi Striganov said with a
smile. He was a strikingly handsome man, tall and
well-built, with pale blue eyes, fair skin,
and blond-gray hair. "Indeed it is."
The American stuck out his hand. "I'll tell you
what the problem was. The goddamn niggers wanted
everything given to them and the goddamn Jews went along
with it. Every time you looked at the TV there was about a

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million greasers comin' across the border, grabbing
up jobs that should have gone to Americans."
General Striganov listened with a sympathetic
smile on his lips.
"Taxes kept goin' up and up and up; it never
seemed to stop. Everything for the minorities and to hell
with the taxpayers. I said it, and by God that's the way
I feel about it."
Striganov shook the man's hand. "My name is
Georgi. I think we're going to get along very
well. Now
tell me: How can we help you?"
Ben watched Ike pull into his driveway and
get out of the pickup. Ike walked up to Ben,