[MOLOKOV] The man is utterly mad -- you're playing a lunatic
[THE RUSSIAN] 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 analyse -- you can't dissect him, predict 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
[THE RUSSIAN] Nonsense! Why do my seconds Always want to believe Third-rate propaganda --
[MOLOKOV] My friend, please relax We're all on your side You know how you need us --
[THE RUSSIAN] 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 anyone We won't get caught in that trap After all, winning or losing reflects on us all --
[THE RUSSIAN] 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 --
[THE RUSSIAN] Oh please don't start spouting that old party line Yes I know it's your job but Just get out and get me a chess-playing second In thirty-six hours we begin That is if you want to win!