Molotov was quiet for a moment as his meaning sank in, and then her face went blank as she tossed her gun aside (it discharged once, into the leg of the coffee table) and rushed over to him. She took his face in her hands and stood on her toes, pressing her mouth to his over and over.

"Nyet," she murmured, too distracted by this concern to even deal with their other issues. "I will never leave, I promise I won't let the castle do that, nyet."