(Hell, working for or informing for... Eck!)
Upshot of it all was that, after living for 5 months in a concrete root cellar (the term for Stalin era worker housing), I was eating a wurst on a bench, looked across the street, saw America Express and said the hell with this, I'm going back to the USSA boy...back to the USSA...
Detroit never looked so good...the Burger King girls really knocked me out...I was back in the USSA....don't know how lucky you are boy...back in the USSA...