"{Her name is Nika and she is barely a year. Annia was about three months along, had no idea. We sort of left Russia very quickly so she hadn't realized yet.}" Vasily said, beaming a little. Her choice of words, when Vasily 'left' was conversational and non-confrontational, but they both knew Vasya didn't leave as much as he was ripped from his family. "{She is so beautiful.}" And will probably never know who he is. His son was just old enough to recall him, but what if he faded from his memory as well? He was still young.
Vasily tried not to think of the bad things and took a bite of his food. "{I heard you were moved Handlers... how is that going?}"