[Lila snorts. Hope. What the hell's the use of hope? She suspects Natasha doesn't have any more idea than she does.]
Ivan. My father. And [the hint of a sneer] the lately departed Anton, although he never really made much of a mark.
[Because Lila didn't let him. The compliment she takes as her due; the question she answers with a pause and then rapid-fire, American-tinged Russian. She'd never be taken for a native, but she's not terrible, either.]
Enough to get by. Not enough to be as good as my grandfather.
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Ivan. My father. And [the hint of a sneer] the lately departed Anton, although he never really made much of a mark.
[Because Lila didn't let him. The compliment she takes as her due; the question she answers with a pause and then rapid-fire, American-tinged Russian. She'd never be taken for a native, but she's not terrible, either.]
Enough to get by. Not enough to be as good as my grandfather.