At the sound of Thomas Edison, a name flashed into Aleksandr's mind before he could get frustrated with the way she said, 'James.' He wasn't particularly sure why he was so jealous of him, but he was. He didn't want to think about it much. So, he didn't.

"Why not Nikola Tesla?" He offered.  Aleksandr was rather fond of Nikola Tesla.  Not only was he Serbian, but his father had been a priest, too. Aleksandr resented having a father as a priest, but people like Nikola Tesla made the torture worthwhile--not that Nikola Tesla ever got credit for anything he did.  He watched as she delicately braided her hair.  He tried not to smile, not wanting to set her off, again. [@Arista]