The two moons threw him off, too, but not because he's never been to a planet with two moons. He was in the middle of deep space before arriving to Barrayar, stuck on a ship traveling at almost half the speed of light. Last he remembers, the Mother of Invention hadn't been anywhere near a planetary system.

He shrugs at her offer, sparing a glance toward the soldiers standing guard outside the tent.

MY RUSSIAN'S SHITTY BUT IT'S PASSABLE.

Now would be an opportune moment for him to brush up and practice, so give him a second as he switches back to messy, mildly butchered Cyrillic. Sorry for your eyes, Zarya.

⟪ WHERE ARE YOU FROM? ⟫