"My father talked and he talked and he talked. You wouldn't believe it, really."

He hummed, dropping his other hand into his pocket, and he swung Nicolas around, sort of, right into the path of eager people with cameras, who were documenting their experience in photographs. Nicolas would certainly make some sort of magazine insert, looking as grumpy as he did.

"Now, how's your experience been of this event so far? I know it's not quite the Russian hospitality you're used to, but..."