Dr. Lowell, deep in thought on the way to his hotel, gazes absently out the window of his taxi, and notices some children in Young Pioneer uniforms. No, wait, Scouting uniforms. Or are they still Pioneers? Surely not Komsomol. Maybe Timur Movement kids. What are they off to do, I wonder? Probably something stupid. The little brats should be studyi— And then inspiration strikes.

"Driver, don't take me directly to the hotel. Let's stop at the nearest post office first, if you please…"

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