Viktor made his appearance with commendable celerity, though he did not seem in the least winded when he came in. He carried a folder in his left hand. "Здравствуйте, госпажа Greengrass," he said, coming to stand a little way back from her chair with a heel-click and a polite half-bow. "Вы хорошо выглядите. Would you like tea, or coffee?" He gestured toward a sideboard on which stood an imposing antique brass samovar alongside an incongruously modern espresso machine.