"Different worlds, remember?" Freddie murmured. "This is me. This is what happened to me." Funny how that didn't seem to strange, now, seeing it on screen and knowing that it might have been different for Anatoly. He swore under his breath when he saw Molokov tutoring Svetlana what to say. He knew what was coming. He'd lived it. He'd followed his lines and might have added a few of his own.

He sunk down in the couch as he waited for it. What did he get off being judgmental when he'd played into their hands as much as anyone? There was only once, only one time, that he had been his own man.