Guns 

Our weaponized culture, piles bodies high. 

-Job

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The Spy Who Taught Me

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. 

LIONEL

Sorry. What’s your question? 

WOMAN

Are you a British spy?

LIONEL (obviously flustered)

Sorry?

WOMAN

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?

WOMAN

My name is Alyona. (She flicks her long dark hair over her shoulder)

LIONEL

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. 

ALYONA

I suppose we’ll have to take your word for it. But we’re watching you. 

(She smiles showing shark like teeth) 

LIONEL

OK. Let’s start with some simple algebraic equations…

                        LIONEL STEELE WILL RETURN…                              

                                                    

Terza Rima

Human psyche is obviously odd

A daily secret stock exchange

Each wearing  a mask to hide his fraud.

 

But dirty dogs are prone to mange

Healthy, honest minds being so rare

Don’t neglect annual oil change!

 

Therefore most prefer noise, shout, blare

Drowning self in some shiny chic

Diving into a glossy snare

Buying their lies from a boutique.

-Job