[Margaret stops for a moment, halfway to the stairs, only offering Vasiliy a brief glance over her shoulder. Her eyebrows are furrowed into a deeply set scowl. First man in space? What? Satellite? What the hell is he talking about? The way he delivers the words with his smug, self-righteous attitude seems to demonstrate that she should be incensed by this--but mostly, she's just confused.
When she speaks, her voice is not shrill or particularly loud--it's a low, tense snarl, like a dog growling before it's about to bite.]
You think you can just stand there and lie to me about what the USSR has accomplished? I may be an American, but I'm not ignorant, Mr. Ardankin.
[Though she calls him mister, it's clearly meant in a condescending tone.]
I don't know what your game is, but you can rest assured that you'll never succeed at--at whatever it is you're planning. [Because, as she knows, all communists--Chinese, Russians, North Koreans, whatever the case may be--are secretly waiting to get a leg up on those filthy capitalists. You could never turn your back on them. Ever. They weren't like Americans. They were envious of what they could never have--and Vasiliy's temperament was proof of this.] The faster I find a way out of here, the faster I'll be free of you.
cw american exceptionalism??
When she speaks, her voice is not shrill or particularly loud--it's a low, tense snarl, like a dog growling before it's about to bite.]
You think you can just stand there and lie to me about what the USSR has accomplished? I may be an American, but I'm not ignorant, Mr. Ardankin.
[Though she calls him mister, it's clearly meant in a condescending tone.]
I don't know what your game is, but you can rest assured that you'll never succeed at--at whatever it is you're planning. [Because, as she knows, all communists--Chinese, Russians, North Koreans, whatever the case may be--are secretly waiting to get a leg up on those filthy capitalists. You could never turn your back on them. Ever. They weren't like Americans. They were envious of what they could never have--and Vasiliy's temperament was proof of this.] The faster I find a way out of here, the faster I'll be free of you.