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Be honest. It's '75. Watergate is still reverberating and Studio 54 is full of amyl nitrate. There's a stupid, flashy real estate developer in NY who loves Roy Cohn, is dying to impress everyone and wants to be famous. You're Yuri Andropov. How do you not send tall, hot slavic blondes at him until one sticks?