He smiled sadly, and pulled it out. It was a small brass music box, with ivory inlays where calm scemes were depicted, "was my daughter music box" he croaked "Katerinda...", he opened it filling the carriage with small metallic noises, haunting but beautiful, like the whispers of kind ghosts. He handed it to her and watched it fit in her small hands, the gears turning within the small box, the lid had a name engraved into it Katerinda Isabell Vostok, Daughter of Yuri Vostok, Governer of Rovitov.