My personal favourites are the good people – Pasha, with his special gift; his mother, with her love and patience (‘she will walk the entire world . . . in bare feet if she has to, to find her Pashenka. She is a mother, it is what any mother would do.’); Viktor, worldly wise and always looking out for Pasha; Irina, so sparky and full of life; big Sergei with his flamboyance and Karl Marx beard.