The worst was when three of them in full length overcoats with AK47’s came into a disco, ordered the lights on and music stopped, and started frisking up against the wall the three fellows who were drinking vodka at the next table. I had left my passport at my fiance’s home and felt helpless. I was probably breaking at least three or four laws and I knew I could be held....for doing nothing! The former Soviet Union is a cancer that will be there forever.