A CIA agent is sent to mix up with the KGB, but things go wrong and he goes with the Russian Intelligence. What's wrong and will it continue to go on like this?
It was the winter of 1962. Shawn was sitting at the Elevator Nights club when Lester joined him. He offered him a cigar. But Shawn was a good boy, no cigars, no whiskey, no rum. He had made himself secure. Nothing could harm him. There were many great businessmen of the US, with girls chatting with them. All of them had a glass of wine in their hands, and they smoked cigars like mafia dons seen in the movies of the 60's. Lester was a fine 25-year-old chap, who was trying to say something to Shawn.