The writer I.A. Serebin is more than he seems. A veteran of the Bolshevik Revolution and director of the Paris-based union for Russian émigrés, he is a man who despises fascism as only a poet can. When a chance encounter aboard a Bulgarian freighter draws him to a party of exiled aristocrats, he soon must weigh a new prospect. How does one go about disrupting the flow of Romanian oil to Germany.
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