Yuri Marian's family had a decent life. He strongly believed that if you obey the laws and live quietly with your head in sand, you might survive in the suffocating environment of a country, which never had any laws and freedoms, but soon understood the hopelessness of his beliefs. Life began teaching him a lesson. He went to Moscow to meet with a few old college friends. Things they discussed were not for everybody's ears. When later he was invited by the KGB major for a chat, it was too late to change anything. He simply wasn't ready, couldn't fight the System; couldn't get help from anybody: fear was the way of life for millions. From that moment on, life became hell, filled with beatings, arrests, humiliations. He was fired first; then his wife Tatyana. He had to tell her about his trip to Moscow - and not to attend a seminar as she was told before. She became the object of attention for Anatolii, the KGB major who invited Yuri for a chat months before. It wasn't love - as Tatyana assumed, just a strong sexual desire. He demanded her services at least twice a week. He had all the cards in his hand, threatened to send Yuri to a camp in Northern Russia and end their dream of leaving the country. Tatyana realized that she was the one to stop him - not her husband. She invited Anatolii to have a dinner up in the Southern mountains and when they reached the dangerous turn at the top, sent Anatolii's Jeep down to the rocky bottom. He died instantly. Tatyana moments before the surgeon walked into the operating room. She paved the road, and on December 14th Yuri and their two daughters finally boarded the shiny Boeng-747 bound for New York...at a price he could never imagine.