Vadim didn't turn to face Belle as she questioned him, but he did refrain from pushing his horse at full gallop. No one could talk then and the other horse would struggle to keep up with its saddle laden with Belle's bags. "It's quite large and different in style from the typical home of this country. My pa..." He struggled with his words for a second before scrapping the sentence altogether. "I am Ukrainian by blood and the home is built in that style," he managed to say, rather than his parents came from the country and settled here, dying in a war they should never have fought in at all. Feeling his bitterness rise, he quickened the horse's pace a little faster. The sooner he reached home, the quicker he could be at ease.