The USSR holds out a cigarette and grins friendly. Not the way an enemy should bare his teeth. “Soviet cigarettes are just too good,” he thinks later at every USA meeting, ignoring his uneven beating heart.
Two contrary personalities are meeting on a battlefield, as those, who are on same side of barricades. A quiet socialist and cultured monarch, but not without his fastidious, destructive and nasty habits. Despite different mentality and ideologies, the wish of peace is keeping them from a conflict. Sometimes mind takes them back to the past, hits old wound and reminds about the things, they have forgotten. Maybe they are not that different after all?