That's it then, isn't it? He's arrived too late. It would hurt less if he could begrudge Anya not waiting but she'd had no way of knowing he'd ever come and if someone looked at her the way Gleb had, he doesn't think he'd have stood much of a chance either.

Dmitry takes a step back too, reluctantly letting go of her hand.

"I guess this is the part where I promise not to get in the way, then. Isn't it?"