Meanwhile...."Dear Polly Perky, my name is Koni, and I belong to a certain Russian politician whose name shall not be barked. Things were going along nicely until the other day when HE, whose name must not be mentioned, slapped a monitor on me. Now I can no longer hang around the water cooler with the rest of the girls when I am supposed to be guarding his office door. I can't even take a whiz in private, and I feel more enslaved than Estonia was twenty years ago. Can you help me?" (Photo by J.M. Hilton)