"Yes...?" In an instantly Anya feels caught out and uncertain, like being plied with memories that only half add up in her mind or dancing when she only knows part of the steps and a little of the music. The moment comes and goes as Nina explains the familiarity. A sad little bubble bursts in her chest at the mention of Gleb, heart aching faintly.

"Oh, Gleb. Yes I know him very well." She wonders if she should say knew him well as all of that has seem to gone to pieces. The mention of the dog brightens her mood. "Ah yes, the little dog is mainly mine these days. His name is Pushkin, but I call him Sasha."

Nodding she smiles a bit brighter. "Oh yes. Down by Odessa it would get quite warm, but that was near a southern sea. Russia can have cool summers in places and warm winters in others, if you are willing to follow the seasons."