"Spasibi." Helena wondered if she could switch to Ukrainian but when he switched back to English, she stayed with that language. She did not mind.
"I have been taken before," she said, playing with her glass. "Put in darkness. Beaten. I am used to that. But now I have a family. Sestry. I miss them. It hurts here." She put a fist to her chest, between her throat and her heart. "I do not know which is worse."