"They're quite beautiful, aren't they?" Even if they made him think of the Romanov family, which in turn made him think of their murder in 1918. It wasn't a pleasant memory, and Ivan shifted the folds of his scarf around his face to hide the fact that he was agitated.

"A-ah, I would offer one to you as a bribe, but I'm afraid the only one that I personally possess was a gift, and I'm unwilling to part with it."