Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Any other time, Anatoly would have let the comment slide or found some other thing to call Freddie on, but all his defenses were stripped him tonight with his - their - life on the screen. What did it matter, hiding the truth now? He was half surprised they hadn't shown that.

"Unlike you, I had people watching my every move, people who told me to find a wife because I must be a shining example for all of the USSR. I didn't know anything. How could I know?"

Even now, he wasn't sure of anything other than that he had loved Svetlana once, Florence passionately and Lex completely. He had many mistresses once upon a time. He had a spark of interest in another player that had been quickly encouraged to be snuffed out. What did that make him? Did it make him anything?