How are things in Moscow?
Mikhail:
As expected.
Pietra:
That’s good!
Mikhail:
Is something going on? You seem weird.
Did you talk to your father about marrying me?
Pietra:
Well, about that. He promised me to someone else.
Mikhail:
I won't allow that to happen. You are mine!
Pietra:
I won't let it happen.
Mikhail:
I'm going back to Italy and this time you're coming with me.
Pietra:
We don't need a war either. I will find a way to convince him that it would be much better for me to marry you than the man he chose for me.
Mikhail:
Who did he choose?
Pietra:
No one needs to get hurt, Mik.
Mikhail:
Are you protecting him?
Pietra:
I’m protecting us both.
Mikhail:
That’s not what it sounds like.
Pietra:
You are not the only one who wants us to be together.