Anastasiya watched the man hesitate. It was the first time - ever since Nikolai had come in the door he had spoken freely, and now he seemed to choose his words with care. She listened all the more intently, nodding when he was finished.

"Russia is a country of many things but it is not wealthy. The land does not produce enough to feed its people and winter is harsh, some starve or die on the fringe of it. The Tsar mourns. But what is a father to do when there is not enough food on the table for his children? If bread is all that they want it would be simpler but from the way they talk, Nikolai. I'm afraid like any man starved long and hard enough they will be satisfied with nought but blood." Anastasiya seemed to speak on one breath and when she caught herself, settled back properly into the seat she'd started to perch on the edge of. From what she could make out Nikolai held.. favour? Or sympathy for the socialists, and she ought to learn more about him. Anastasiya rose from the chair.

"But I am being rude. Have you had time to acquaint yourself with the house yet? I will give you a tour if you like."