An Alien landing on Earth might be readily misled, victimized by a one-sided viewpoint. And then again ... it might be the Earthmen who were misled....
to the juvenile delinquents, or the Teddy Boys, as the British call them."
"Not only in Moscow, they're everywhere in urban Russia. At any rate, our underground friends operate within the stilyagi, the so-called jet-set, using them as protective coloring."
"This is new to me," Hank said. "And I don't quite get it."
"It's clever enough. Suppose you're out late some night on an underground job and the police pick you up. They find out you're a juvenile delinquent, figure you've been out getting drunk, and toss you into jail for a week. It's better than winding up in front of a firing squad as a counterrevolutionary, or a Trotskyite, or whatever they're currently calling anybody they shoot."
The chauffeur rapped on the glass that divided their seat from his, and motioned ahead.
"Here's the airport," Jimmy said. "We'll drive right over to the plane. Hid your face with your hat, just for luck."
"Wait a minute, now," Hank said. "Listen, how do I contact these beat
The story is a bit long in the tooth. Aliens land in Red Square in the USSR, and the CIA sends an agent to talk to the ETs and to convince them to visit the Free World. Much of the story is a trip through Russia, allowing Reynolds to contradict US propaganda of the '50s and '60s. The writing isn't bad, but the subject matter is tiresome, and the conclusion is obvious.