Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Lionel's grip in his hair never faltered as he looked to Molokov as if having a friendly conversation. A friendly conversation covered in ice. "Young men these days. No respect for their elders and what we do for them. I think it's about time we used some international cooperation to teach them a lesson, since it seems neither of our cultures can do it right alone." It was a sneering concession, and Lionel wasn't stupid to believe Molokov would fall for it. But it was pretty words to torture Anatoly, since they were Lionel's favorite weapon.