She took a moment to think about his question, reviewing her history in her mind. There were some things she didn't really want to share, not because she didn't trust him (though that was part of it; she didn't know him well yet) but because they simply didn't seem appropriate. "As child, I lived in Yakut with horse trainers. They are... how do you say... they live wherever they want, da? They do not stay still and are always moving. This is hard life, but is good." She didn't know it, but there was a wistful expression on her face. "But then, I got older, and I decided I do not want to stay in Russia anymore, so I come here, because America is place for great chances in life. I like tea, so I think, I will open tea shop. So I did." She shrugged. "This is all."