Yes. It's where I'm from. Tomsk, in Siberia. [ It is, likewise, a slight disappointment, though he has to wonder about the point she's just raisedβher Russian sounds too organic; her speech is a sound heard from the outside, not within his own mind. And Ravkan sounds suspiciously like Russian. It's possible that she's from one of the outermost regions of the empire, maybe somewhere in the Arctic, where little of civilization is known and pronunciation slowly mutates as things spread by word of mouthβbut she doesn't look it.
Yakov gestures to one of the few temporarily empty cots; this is certainly a conversation he'd rather sit for, though the polite thing to do is to wait for her to do so first. Contrary to what the bourgeois might think, he's not so backwards that he lacks manners and consideration at all. ]
cw anti-indigenous sentiment
Yakov gestures to one of the few temporarily empty cots; this is certainly a conversation he'd rather sit for, though the polite thing to do is to wait for her to do so first. Contrary to what the bourgeois might think, he's not so backwards that he lacks manners and consideration at all. ]
Ravka, this is also a country?