Anatoly has usually bad nightmares. He wasn´t afraid of communist, he wasn't afraid of his opponents - he was afraid only of his scary horrible nightmares. They always came when he was on some chess tournament. He cannot sleep. He has to stand up of the bed and be awake until the morning come. he started to be afraid of the night. Svetlana tried to comfort him, she told him that he is too much thinking about chess, but he never listened her. his worst dreams were about death-he saw himself dying and everywhere were chessboards. he also saw svetlana or their kids in prison. about these dreams he was talking with his personal assistant,chess second and psychologist, Nikolai Jurievitch Gavalov. But there was one another nightmare, the absolutelly worst nightmare of all. he saw Molokov's dying. he saw him and some another agent, CIA spy-and the CIA men suddenly has a gun and he shoot Molokov,and there was blood,so much blood, and some american car, and a wall with black and white squares and Molokov's face in agony and Molokov's voice whispering Anatoly's name:"Anatoly...Tolya...Tolyuska..."

The strange thing was: Molokov never called him "Tolya" or "Tolyuska". For the KGB agent,he was always "Anatoly", "" or "comrade Sergievsky". Svetlana called him Tolya when they were lovers. And his mother, Sonia Petrovna,called him "Tolyuska", but it was so many years ago. and throught it all,in this dream,Molokov whispered"Anatoly...Tolya...Tolyuska..." and Anatoly cannot do anything. Molokov had blood in mouth,in hair,he was shoot twice, and the blood ran down his face,and Anatoly cannot help him..

,,you have nothing to be afraid of," told him Gavalov. ,,Many chess-players are paranoid. you are just caring about your family". anatoly and nikolai were talking about anatoly's dream where is svetlana in prison. ,,it is not dangerous. calm down, comrade!" but Anatoly didn't. He wasn't afraid about Svetlana, but Molokov. But he only said ,,Yes,thanks, Nikolai", they shook their hands and then Anatoly left the room. He went to his own bedroom.

They were on the chess tournament in Prague, in the hotel RUDÁ HVĚZDA (RED STAR). Nice,small hotel near the building chess games were played in.

Anatoly had his own bedroom with his own bathroom and he loved it. the main thing was-Molokov's room was next door to his. their rooms have a connecting doors,so Molokov and Anatoly could visit each other and they have not to go across the hall. the door were never locked, so Anatoly could visit Molokov even in the midnight.

The first night in new hotel was good but in the second night,everythings changed.

Anatoly has the same dream ,he saw the same things - Molokov, CIA agent, gun, shot, blood,blood...

molokov has good dreams. He was dreaming about things he likes - USSR, chess, politics, and Anatoly. Suddenly he heard a loud crying and shouting from Anatoly's room. in the monent, Molokov woke up. ANATOLY!

He woke up in the moment. He ran to connecting door, and he opened them. Anatoly´s room was dark, but there was a light of some lamps on the street in front of the hotel. Anatoly was laying in his bed, under the blanket. Molokov sat on the bed beside trembling Anatoly and he took the blanket off. Anatoly was crying and shaking. And he was hysterical too.

,,NO! NO! NO!" he shouted. ,,LET ME BE!" - and he still kept his eyes closed. He had very pale face, tears ran down his face and he had a sweat on the forehead. Molokov took him around his shoulders.

,,Ssh, Anatoly...Calm down...Come on, Tolya...Comrade..."

,,Nie! Nie! Ostavʹte menya v pokoe!" (No, no, let me be!)

,,Ssh, ty v bezopasnosti!" (Ssh, you´re safe)

Anatoly opened his eyes. His nightmare has gone. It was only a dream, not real. Molokov is living! But Anatoly was still shaking. ,,Alexander...you are alive...!"

,,Yes, what´s wrong, Anatoly? You look so pale and you are afraid of something. Tell me everything! You can believe me. Tell me about this dream you had!"

Anatoly grabbed the blanket and he put it on himself. ,,I don´t want to." He has a fear in his eyes.

,,Come on, Anatoly, you are like a child."¨

,,I don´t want to."

,,Anatoly, you do not needs to have any secrets."

,,I don´t want to talk about my nightmare," said Anatoly again.

,,Well, if you don´t want...So calm down. Lay on the bed, well, and good night..."

,,No! I don´t want to sleep! Don´t leave me!" He sat on the bed and he put his head on Molokov´s shoulder and started crying again. ,,Forgive me, forgive me...I´m sorry!"

,,Ssh, Anatoly. You have nothing to be sorry for."

,,I...I have the nightmare. I saw you dying. I am afraid. Don´t leave me!"

,,That´s all right. I´m here with you. And now lay. Right. Cover with the blanket. Do you want something?"

Anatoly closed his eyes lightly. ,,Lullaby."

Molokov was surprised. ,,Lullaby?"

,,Yes, lullaby. Some russian lullaby."

Molokov looked to his own memories. Lullaby? Russian lullaby? He knows the International, he knows Red-army´s marches...but lullaby?

,,Well...try to sleep, Anatoly. It will be horrible." He took a deep breath and he started sing:

,,Spi, moĭ milyĭ, sladkiĭ son

vashi glaza mogut po-prezhnemu blizki,

ya zdesʹ s vami,

vam ne pridet·sya bespokoitʹsya,

ty v bezopasnosti, ya zdesʹ s vami,

i ya smotryu, vy mozhete spatʹ,

ne boĭtesʹ,

ya zdesʹ i chto

ya smotryu nichego ne sluchit·sya

Mechty uzhe zdesʹ,

tak chto postaraĭtesʹ spatʹ,

pora lozhitʹsya spatʹ,

solntse uzhe zashlo

ne dumatʹ o zavtrashnem dne,

potomu chto teperʹ eto krasivo srazu,

vy zdesʹ, tolʹko vy i vashi mechty,

poetomu postaraĭtesʹ,

chtoby spatʹ moi dorogie.

(Sleep, my dear, sleep well,

Yours eyes could close

I´m here with you

You have nothing to be afraid of

You are safe, I am here with you

I am watching you, you can sleep

Don´t be afraid

Nothing can happen to you

Dreams are here

So try to sleep

There´s time to go sleep

The sun went down

Don´t think about tommorow

Now it´s beautiful moment

When there´s only you and dreams

So try to sleep

You have to go to sleep, my dear)

,,That was very nice!" whispered Anatoly.

,,I hope you are not afraid of anything now."

,,Now, when you´re here, I am not."

,,But I am tired, Anatoly. I have to go sleep."

Anatoly looked at him desperately. ,,Don´t leave me. Come sleep here."

,,Where? There´s only one bed..."

,,And what´s wrong with this?"

,,Do you mean.,..we will sleep in one bed? Under one blanket?"¨

,,And why not?"

,,O, tech shakmatistov!" (Oh, these chess-players!) said Molokov and he laid on the bed on his back.. Anatoly put his head on Molokov´s chest. He heared Molokov´s heart beating, he was sure Molokov is still living, still with him. He felt Molokov´s breath in his hair.

,,Are you satisfied now, Tolya?"

,,Yes, I´m."

,,Me too."

,,I´m happy that you are happy."

,,Me too."

,,You are smiling, aren´t you? You are happy, yeah, and you are smiling! You, the KGB agent..."

,,You knows very well why am I smiling," said Molokov. There was a silent for a while.

,,Spokoi´noi´ nochi, Tolyuska." (Good night, Tolyuska)

,,Sladkich snov, Sasha," muttered Anatoly, half-in-sleep. (Sweet dreams, Sasha)

And then, Molokov whispered something he always wanted to say to Anatoly. ,,I love you."

But Anatoly was asleep.