Nadia & Vic early on
"Vic," he says, an automatic correction, but there's no annoyance in his face or tone. "It's nice to meet you." Instinctively, he makes as though to move his right arm and offer his hand to hers to shake, but his shoulder twinges and he winces, rides through the painful jolt. Then, once it's done, he holds his left to her.
He can't help but be a little embarrassed about her noticing his suspicions, but the explanation's more than welcome. "This makes a hell of a lot more sense now." He wonders for a moment what Russian words he'd give to a person before realizing that he has people who'd understand: Marina, Roman, Valya, Sasha. He understands then why Marina and Nadia had connected so strongly upon their first meeting. They must mean more to each other than they already do, representing those little pieces of a previous home.
"Were you, um." Vic hadn't watched her interview, of course. "You were in the cartel?"