Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"Would you just tell me?" Anatoly sighed, running a hand through his hair.

The clamor on the screen drew his attention and he winced to see the reporters shouting all of their questions. It had felt like a set up back then and judging from Walter's expression of glee, he was right. He should have known, but he had only been thinking of Florence, then.

And now it looked like another part of his soul was going to bared and he buried his face in his hands, not waiting for Freddie to respond.

He had crossed over borders indeed but he had really never left Russia, had he?