I used to be a friend of Joseph when he was a bank robber when he robbed a bank in Tbilisi, I helped him to get away the money he said was to help his cause. One can say he owed me a favour, which came in handy. There was a revolution and Joseph became a president that was ok, but he became brutal and one evening when we sat drinking Georgian wine, we had a discussion I called him a butcher. I thought I was going to be shot, but since he owed me a favour I was sent to Siberia with a bag of potatoes. Luckily, I had a box of matches in my pocket a knife hidden in my shoe, therefore able to survive to the last potato. A wandering Sami people with their heard of reindeers on the way to Scandinavia saved me. For the Sami tribe, there is no border. I took my old name back, Harry Finkelstein, a name I had kept secret from Joseph, my friend from the bank robber days. I got a job on the Manhattan project keeping tab of screws needed to make a bomb, the rest is history.