"Russians are stereotyped for a good reason," is her answer, all laughter. "I'm sure I fit every one you could think of -- oh, but gymnastics, not ballet or ice skating. Everything else, probably true." She sighs. Americans are like pets, really. God knows she'd had a dog to tame in her star spangled ex-boyfriend. "Americans try. And they are gullible. Trusting. Easy to kill."

Molotov waves her hand dismissively. "Some children are born bad, nothing you can do. If my papa had lived, I would never have even left Russia." She refrains from criticizing his parenting, although her thought is that beating adoration into children usually works, in her experience with being a child. "Probably your wife was soft on her. Spoiled her."