Anatoly stared. He knew it was rude and went against everything his mother had taught him about manners but he couldn't help it. The woman before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life and he didn't think he could speak, let alone do anything else.

It occurred to him after a few long moments that she had said his name and he pulled himself together as best as he could. A beautiful woman who knew his name. Perhaps he had died and gone to heaven after all.

"Yes," he answered very carefully, hoping she would be able to understand him. "That is my name. I am sorry - I do not know you."