Romantic ideals are a good way to find yourself in Siberia. [He tips his head back, the motion of it less still than usual, a test.]

Ears everywhere.

[They call it paranoia, in England. The Russian suspicion of their neighbours, their children. Eyes everywhere. Ears. In America something they call McCarthyism is taking off and it seems that the land of the free has taken lessons at the USSR's knee. Trust no one.]

What's left to win?

[He'll follow commands without question. What else of him is there to be won.]

I don't want your poems.