Sergei was holding forth on the problems he'd had in Russia as the son of a Government official. At one point, he was running in a large park and three agents were following him around. As cover (and to track him if they lost him), they were walking dogs. Unfortunately, the dogs were Chihuahuas, which simply couldn't keep up. Another time, they tried the same thing with medium Poodles. This time, the problem was that the dogs were far too fond of tummy rubs. Every time they saw a person, they'd run over to them and flop down on their backs for a tummy rub.
There were also hamburgers, chocolate pastries, and a restaurant with far too long a hallway between dining rooms. I made a point to leave the waitress a big tip.