Dobrynin was mortified that the drunken Brezhnev was intent on spilling to his Cold War enemy the details of Kremlin intrigues, and couldn’t stop complaining about the incessant nagging of his Politburo comrades. Eventually, Dobrynin and Nixon had to carry the drunken general secretary to his bed.
“Anatoly, did I talk too much yesterday?” a hung-over Brezhnev asked the following morning. Yes, he most certainly did, but the abstinent Dobrynin reassured him that he didn’t translate any sensitive or compromising revelations. “Well done,” Brezhnev replied. “Damn that whiskey, I am not used to it. I did not know I could not hold that much.”