It's not the kind of kiss he wants to give her. If things were different, if he'd just arrived here a little sooner, maybe he'd be able to kiss her that way. Maybe he'd be able to hold her tight and kiss her until they're both breathless, pretend that he could sweep her off her feet. But it's too late. He's six months too late and never even realized.

"There's Gleb," he agrees. "And he loves you." He loves her so much that it's impossible not to see and Dmitry knows that when he looks at Anya, it's the same way.