He awoke on June 30, 1974, still feeling the effects of a vodka-fuelled celebration the night before, at an isolated Caledon Hills farmhouse owned by someone he hadn't met until yesterday.
By now the KGB would be tearing apart his life in Leningrad, interrogating friends. Through Canadian officials, the Soviet embassy in Ottawa had offered to allow their young star to return without punishment and pressed for a face-to-face meeting to discuss details. He was now a citizen with no nation, while James Peterson, lawyer and future cabinet minister, worked to secure political asylum protection from the Canadian government. Most of the others at the farmhouse were old friends who'd rushed to the city to assist in his escape, hastily recruiting several Torontonians to join in the plot.