There's so little softness left in Anya. Yekaterinburg forged her but the ten years after have kept her sharp. So when she smiles at him like that, it makes his heart jump a little in funny ways.

To think, there was a time when he might've been able to kiss her.

"I'm still not entirely convinced I won't wake up on a rickety train to Siberia," he admits. "Or a firing squad." It makes him remember Gleb's mention of Anya and the real fear that had passed through him before he understood.

"You're all right though?"