Bond film part 3

CONTINUED

My God this story has taken over my blog like an infection: where are the day to day accounts of the things I`ve seen, the photos uploaded? All abandoned, thrown by the wayside. But such is the nature of Cold War my friends... there is no room for tourism when nuclear weapons thrust phalically at the skies, spy cameras are hidden inside rocks and journalists shot for exposing the truth.
It was with this in mind that I responded, instinctively, not pausing to think. If only Nigel Short had done the same he might have beaten Kasparov. But Britain`s chess king was a bumbler, a John Major-esque　figure. For this ruddy-faced Khruschev, two days in Japan and primitively alpha-maling his way around a spa bath where the Japanese themselves were all discretion and courtesy, some directness was required.
I will now give you the dialogue in full, with the last lines added.
My Opponent will be termed `Bear`.

Bear: Uav uma skula
PAUSE - I TURN TO LOOK
Bear: You have woman`s colour (pointing to my kimono)
Me: (stunned)Oh.Really.
Bear: Yes. This is man`s colour. (pointing to own)
PAUSE
Me: You must have been in Japan for a long time.
Bear: No. I have been here since Monday.
Me: But you already know which colours are for men and which are for women.
Bear: (smile breaking, teeth gnashing) It is a hundred times I have visited. But it is very simple.
Me: Not for me. Where are you from originally?
Bear: (now clothed in male kimono, starting to exit) I am from Russia. ****ansk.
Me: Ah. (what did he just say? It definitely ended in `ansk`)
Bear: See you later.
Me: See you.
EXEUNT BEAR

And there I think, it is best to leave this story. If you want any further details, you know how to contact me.