Molokov:   The man is utterly mad! Believe me, Anatoly,   You're playing a lunatic      Anatoly:   That's the problem.   He's a brilliant lunatic,   and you can't tell which way he'll jump.   Like his game, he's impossible to analyze.   You can't predict him, dissect him,   Which of course means he's not a lunatic at all      Molokov:   What we've just seen's a pathetic display   From a man who's beginning to crack   He's afraid,   He knows he isn't the player he was   And he won't get it back.      Anatoly:   Nonsense!   Why do you people always want to believe   Third-rate propaganda?      Molokov:   My friend, please relax,   We're all your side   You know how you need us      Anatoly:   I don't need my army of 'so-called' advisors   And helpers to tell me the man    who's revitalised Chess single-handed   Is more or less out of his brain   When it's very clear   He's sane      Molokov:   Listen, we don't underestimate Trumper   We won't get caught in that trap   After all, winning or losing reflects on us all      Anatoly:   Oh, don't give me that crap!   I win, no-one else does   And I take the rap if I lose      Molokov:   It's not quite that simple   The whole world's tuned in   We're all on display   We're not merely sportsmen      Anatoly:   Oh please don't start spouting    that old party line   Just get out, and get me my chess-playing second   In 36 hours we begin   That is if you want to win      Molokov:   One thing is not sufficient.   We have to know, we have to make sure   All men have a weakness   His is that woman.   Take her, and you win the game.      Anatoly:   So you think I can't win otherwise?      Molokov:   I'm not saying that, I'm just making certain   And she is attractive.   And then there's her intriguing family history,   Hungary, 1956 and all that      Anatoly:   I'm a chess player, Mr. Molokov.   You go and play these other games.