for all of us.Arthur: What am I supposed to confess to? Thing things I haven’t done?!CB: Give us all of your possessionsArthur: I already gave them to your soldiers, why don’t you ask themCB: Take Arthur to cell block G43Soldiers give a notebook full of phone numbers to Col. Brutnikoff, and then take Arthur to his cell.Walking down the corridors:Arthur: (thinking to himself) these soldiers make enough noise to wake the dead.2 hours later. Soldiers bring Arthur back to the interrogation room.CB: We have checked all the phone numbers in you little book here… nobody seems to know you.Arthur: How could you check my phone book, if all the names were written in another language?CB: Don’t get smart with me.Arthur: How can I get smart if you couldn’t check on me? And no one knows me?CK: You are not only a murderer, but also a bad liar. A very bad liar.Arthur: I haven’t lied about anything, and I’m not a murderer. I’m sure the KGB knows the difference between a criminal and an ordinary personOne of the soldiers kicks Arthur’s chair from under, making him fall on the floor.CK: Get upArthur does as he’s toldCK: Look. We have a lot of ways at our disposal, in which case you will answer all the questions. So why don’t you save yourself the trouble, and we’ll start from the beginning.Arthur: Ok, lets start from the beginning. I was born on the 13th September 1946, when I was 2 years old I was brought to this country. I was eight years old when I found out about my father who was a foreigner, I have no right to register my original surname, and I have a fabricated birth certificate that says I was born in the Soviet Union. And, I am not responsible for my mother’s action by bringing me here. All I want is to re-instate my rights and have a choice to return to my father’s country. Surely in the Soviet Union, where family and moral issues are highly respected, and all o...
