"Oh da, yes of course." Molotov nods and one of her feet wiggles absently. "Actually, the Capitol is a beautiful city. Everyone there is fabulously wealthy, there's wonderful restaurants and nightlife and everything is just seemingly perfect. That is what happens when you let a relatively small group of people live on the backs of every other citizen. They told you your District and score, right?"

Not that she herself has ever been to a District, or is even particularly well-informed about how it all works, but she's been told enough to know that Panem was Lenin's ultimate nightmare.