Totally true! Which is ridiculous, really, but she didn't even tell him about the shit that went down in Paris. That is somehow even more ridiculous.

"Andropov is too young," Molotov says, maybe a little sadly. "I hope we get to see her when she is older, maybe one of these years they will come as teenagers or something."

She pauses, cocks her head a bit, then smiles again. "He keeps my eye in a jar. On his bedside table. He is such a sentimental fool."