"Maybe. Either way, he will find me," he replied with placid certainty, nodding a little to himself. He has worked with and against England enough to know that his error will send him into a flurry of determination to fix it, all stern intention and sit-down-before-you-hurt-yourself. So Ivan had determined to remain in the place where England would find him most easily.

He watches his double, eyes flitting to the contrast of teeth against lip, the sight briefly transfixing. He does look younger when he does that, unsure and softer-edged, and he smiles with the noise of mirth he's given, bowing his head in silent agreement and giving a silent laugh of his own. "Yes, yes. Some things are not so different."