— You don't like your country, then?
— I live in it.
— Do you, at this time, have any fear of returning to your own country?
— No.
— OK. Let me try it again. Your country's at war. There are men in the streets with guns. Political persecution.
— Yes. It's terrible.
— Yeah, it's horrible. And God only knows what could happen. Innocent people are torn from their beds.
— On Tuesdays. I hate Tuesdays.
— So you're afraid?
— From what?
— Krakozhia. You're afraid of Krakozhia.
— Krakozhia? No, I am not afraid from Krakozhia. I'm a little afraid of this room.
— I'm talking about bombs. I'm talking about human dignity. Human rights. Viktor, please don't be afraid to tell me you're afraid of Krakozhia.
— Is home. I am not afraid from my home.
He who loses his motherland loses everything.
Well, sometimes people carry it more on the inside... than the outside.
When fighting under the native sky, force trebles.
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