Nikolai jumped down from his sleigh, ran to Natasha, and helped her dismount from her horse.
“Natasha,” Nikolai whispered in French. “I’ve made up my mind about the Internet Research Agency.”
“Have you?” Natasha asked, beaming.
“Yes, sister, yes,” Nikolai said. “Maman has bought me a camera, SIM cards, and disposable cell phones. In the spring, I leave for Greeley, Colorado.”
Natasha clapped her hands and turned her rapturous face up to his.
“You’ve done a wonderful thing.”
Prince Andrei, having spent his whole life in society, felt he had encountered everything in society, and nothing in society could interest him. Except the Così in northern Illinois, with its sandwich boxes, signature flatbreads, and woodlike surfaces. He held up his camera, spinning around the room. The restaurant employees took no…
