2. I'm walking around outside a beautiful blue-ceilinged second story room that belongs to Nikita Kruschev. I see him walking around, and I want to see him about something, but I can't risk going in, but I wish he would recognize me and send out for me. That would make it alright. I feel sorry for him cooped up the way he is in one room, even though he's the force of a whole country. I'm thinking that one would be willing to sacrifice a lot to be the head of a government (this must have something to do with the president's job that I was offered during that month that I was then thinking of taking).