It reminded me of when he told me how Nadia had been gifted the Fabergé Egg by her one true love, a Russian thief. I needed to get that whole truth of what happened out of her one day, but while I had no doubt it would be an incredible one, I already knew how it ended. She never married the thief, her love. Her husband had died, her daughter been murdered, and now her grandson was a gangster. Nadia’s tale wouldn’t be a romance. It’d be a bittersweet love story with no true happily ever after.
