It turns out that, just like in 2000, the USA was the only place where my request to get Daba’s passport stamped was refused. In Moscow, the first person that I asked simply didn’t appear to understand what I was saying, because I didn’t speak his language, and told me to ask someone else. Finally, on the way back through the airport, I was able to get someone to stamp it. But in the USA, no, can’t do that, because it’s not an official document. It could be used for fraudulent purposes, don’t you know. I protested that it’s a teddy bear’s passport, and the chances of someone pretending to be a teddy bear were relatively low. He didn’t think this was funny.