Dieter Weber stretched and yawned. He was growing weary of this Russian windbag's rhetoric."So you want me to pack up my family and leave our farm to go farm for the czar?     "Da, exactly." For his own part, Dmitriy Arkadeyevich Popov was sick of having to pitch this same tired deal to one cold, stone-faced, humorless German farmer after another. "The Rodina needs skilled workers, and so I am so very pleased to present this opportunity to you. Your lives will be enriched tenfold, and we do not even require that you learn Russkiy. Keep your language, your religion, your culture, and bask in the benefits of being a Russian citizen."
     "Ach ja, having ourselves and our children drafted to fight at the czar's whim who could pass on such a wonderful opportunity?" This came from Hans Furchtner, a very proud man whose farmland bordered Weber's, who didn't like the idea of leaving Deutschland for any reason, especially not at the request of a Russian, whom Hans trusted no further then he could heave them by the leg.
     "Nyet, you and yours will be exempt from the mandatory military service as I have already stated." Popov reminded everyone. Thinking to himself, "You damn ignorant fool! How many times must I repeat myself before he listens? I cannot wait to leave this miserable unfriendly country and return home to my family."
     "Nein, I do not accept this. I will not move my family on the word of a Russian, who is barely a step above barbarians, as is your whole country!"
     "Yob 'tvoyu mat! You are nekulturny swine! To call Great Russians barbarians, nyet, you are the barbarians, arrogant barbarians!"   
     Hans rose to his feet, spat at Dmitriy's feet, and marched to the door. "I will have no part in this, and if you all are not fools, neither will you. The word of a Russian means nothing. Nothing!"  
     After his abrupt departure, an awkward pause settled in the room for several minutes before... "Well, Herr Weber? Will you stay or go? Either way 1 need to know now." This was a lie, but Popov was sick of Germans altogether and was leaving with or without this stupid farmer.
     Dieter pondered the events of the last ten minutes and quickly concluded that Furchtner was blinded by his prejudice, that the large foreigner made a good pitch, and that moving east wasn't such a bad idea after all.
     "Ja, we go."
     "Excellent tovarisch! Take whatever time you require to uproot, and I will lead you east. East to a brave new existence for you and many of your far-sighted countrymen."