He didn't know anything about her for twenty-five years.

Then his russian captors told him that she's a chess second of the world champion (that capitalistic pig) Frederic Trumper. He said just „Oh, right,", but deep in his quickly-beating heart, György Vassy felt so proud. His little princess with long brown pigtail – as he remembered her – who didn't know how to move her queen, so she's now a great lady of the chess world.

And she helps Americans to beat Soviets. She almost plays against Soviets personally.

So his little Flo is just like him.

1956

„Russians into Danube! Imre Nagy to government!"

He is walking as his friends are doing, he is walking with a huge transparent which bears simple words – „Russians, go home!" – and he is in a large crowd, ten or twelve thousand angry Hungarians, carrying guns and Molotov coctails, ready to throw them on soviet tanks and burned russian soldiers inside. The crowd seems to be almost as powerful as the whole soviet army.

There is no reason to be afraid, mr. Vassy says to him, when he sees the machine-guns with letters CCCP. We can beat them. They've got tanks and arms, but the truth is on our side!

They are shouting hateful slogans, kill all those Russians!, no matter there are Russians all around and they hears and understands what these Hungarians are screaming.

György Vassy didn't expect to see so many soldiers there.

György Vassy didn't expect that this powerful crowd will became a target for Russians.

György Vassy didn't expect he'll be wounded by a startle-looking soldier who was holding his machine-gun for the first time in his live.

György Vassy didn't expect he'll be arrested.

And he didn't expect he'll never see his daughter again.

Then his prison guard told him Florence has betrayed her american player and she is now helping that young soviet champion, Anatoly Sergievsky.

György Vassy didn't understand. Inmates told him only one word – „love" – but he still couldn't understand how any Hungarian-born girl could betray her country and past and help these, who were killing her people on the streets. Love? It is only word, a word that's lying. What did he remember from love after twenty-five years in russian gulag? How long it has been since he was holding his beloved wife, Rósza Vassy, in his arms? So long that it cannot be even true. Now she is dead. Drunk soldiers have murdered her when she was going for some food - they have thought she's an enemy of the communistic people. Oh, love…

He decided to do something he never thought he will.

Just a quick look on the tubing, leading near the moldy ceiling, and then he took his strap down.

If Florence has betrayed our people… There's no reason to live anymore. Maybe she even doesn't remember me. Of course, we didn't see each other for so damn long time…we are much more strangers than father and daughter

The guard came another day in the morning - as they always did - in 5 o'clock.

But the prisoner number 7834/щ, György Vassy, was dead, hanged on a rusted pipe.