An extraordinary life between East and West. The head of the intelligence service pulled a checkbook from his pocket and placed it on the table. In doing so, I noticed that he was carrying a revolver under his jacket. "You can make unlimited use of this," he said with a cryptic smile. I felt my senses spiraling out of control. I grabbed the edge of the table and tipped it over onto the general. "You bastard," I shouted, "we are not for sale." I jumped for the door. Unlike many from the student movement, Nirumand has not conformed. An outsider with charm.