She glances at her cupcakes again and shrugs. "It's the only poem I know," she tells him. "I learned it when I was little. It's about setting free a bird. The poet says he can't be mad at God if he can free one of God's creatures. It's a short poem, by Russia's most famous author, so they teach it to children."

Molotov misses the appropriateness of the poem in this setting, simply because that isn't how she thinks about things like literature. Not that she ever thinks about things like literature, really -- she's a non-fiction kind of girl.