“Do remember I lived in Moskva, darling. Bracing certainly isn’t the word I would’ve chosen, though admittedly my Italian blood did me few favors there. So many fur coats that I haven’t used since…” she trailed off with a wistful sigh and speared another buttery square of veal. “And isn’t it a crime, an Hermes ermine gathering dust? Of course, a visit to the Urals would give me a reason to wear it again.” Letizia gazed at the blonde over the rim of her glass, sipped her wine, and smiled her feline smile.