Summary:

“Ilyusha,” Vasilisa says. “We are keeping this up indoors also.”

“Is sun umbrella. For sun.”

“There are lights.”

Ilya looks at Shane over her head. He looks exhausted, thinner than Shane likes, and happier than Shane has ever seen him.

“You see what you did,” he says. “Tyranny, everywhere, and everywhere, enablers.”

Or

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a fox in possession of a good fur coat must be in want of a wolf.