"That might be one of the ways our world is different. They uh- they got revenge. More or less. Big messy thing. Him and all of his kids," and if Hawkeye sounds a little tight at that, it's only at the mention of the kids.

"Anyway. Tsars, generals, presidents, anyone above a certain altitude, I've never heard of a single one that cares much about what happens to people. Actual people, not just... numbers and logistics. If anything he should've had to do every other job in the palace, you know. Take out the trash, change a diaper for once. See how the other millions live."

He brings the hot chocolate over carefully, long spindly steady fingers holding it on the outside of the rim so Leyb can take the handle. Hawkeye nods throughout the explanations, settling himself onto a stool so that Leyb can take the examination table, if they want.

"What's your khavrusa like?"