INT. MOSCOW UNIVERSITY LECTURE HALL. 1980. DAY.
LIONEL STEELE (35) stands at the top of his class. He is plain looking, chubby and shabbily dressed. It is a classroom of Russian students. They stare at him, waiting for him to begin the MATHEMATICS lecture. Time passes slowly. LIONEL is frozen. He has forgotten what to say. An attractive young woman at the front raises her hand. She smiles. She knows she is beautiful.
Sorry. What’s your question?
Are you a British spy?
LIONEL (obviously flustered)
We’ve all been wondering, are you a spy? You remind us of Mister James Bond.
(The class laughs.)
LIONEL (Trying to distract. He can’t believe he’s been found out so quickly)
What’s your name?
My name is Alyona. (She flicks her long dark hair over her shoulder)
No Alyona. I am not a spy. Not everyone from the West is here to spy on Mother Russia. My wife and son are Russian.
I suppose we’ll have to take your word for it. But we’re watching you.
(She smiles showing shark like teeth)
OK. Let’s start with some simple algebraic equations…
LIONEL STEELE WILL RETURN…