Technically Finland is a part of Russia, but nationalism has been growing lately, and Timo has an awful lot of pride for his country, probably more than is normal. He'd like to see it independent, and even if most people seem to think that Russia's been pretty fair to them, Timo harbours a gut feeling of something else. Maybe it's linked to the way that his father's Russian wife treats him. He tries to ignore it in any case, and he certainly won't let it impact how he treats Ivan.

"Ivan's a good name." Timo reassures him, hastily. "Ivan Timovitch, then." It sounds weird to say it, but strangely nice as well. He did always want to be a father. "Do you have any other names?" He finishes helping him dry and moves on helping him to dress, a lot clumsier than the maids that Ivan would have had before. He's trying, but he hasn't even had any younger siblings to help like this. "Who's the General?"