Strange doings at the University of Virginia. It’s United Fruit Week here, and homosexuals are leaping out of their closets, lining up to be interviewed by the Cavalier Daily. And, as if things weren’t already weird enough, into this hog-wallow of heightened consciousness slithered Vladimir V. Shustov, the buoyant, cuddly little butterball who serves the keepers of the Stalinist flame as Soviet Deputy Permanent Representative to the United Nations and a member of the Soviet Delegation to the UN General Assembly.
Shustov is immediately likable, a thick-set man in his late forties, dressed to the nines and neat as a pin—he looks like the sort who drives to a sanitary landfill to empty his ashtrays. The smile is quick, gap-toothed, charming. The face is a boyish, intelligent blend of Fiorello La Guardia, Sadegh Ghotbzadeh, and the Olympics’ Misha bear, though it suggests neither the candor and conviviality of the Little Flower, nor the gutter-rat thuggery of Ghotbzadeh.
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