"I think so. He usually called me Natalia." Most of the people she considers close to her call her Nat or Tasha. He had been the only good thing about the Red Room. Using the Russian form of her name had always been a nice reminder of that shared history.

"This must be weird to hear." Another version of himself happy when it seems so far away here. The loneliness of his apartment presses in from all sides, like an unspoken reminder that this is a very different place from the one that she knows. "I'm sorry if it brings up any unpleasant memories."