Mr Kostochev must have been the man that Ivan travelled with, Timo reminds himself. Maybe he'll see if he can find a way to send something to him as a thank you. "We'll learn together." He repeats with a smile and a nod. He certainly knows more than he did when he came here, but he's daily reminded that he still has a long way to go. And in any case, teaching Ivan will probably help a lot. He'd like to teach him a little Finnish as well, his pride for his homeland dictating that if he really is going to raise Ivan as his son, he should do it properly, but he'll hold back on that, at least for now. Maybe one day they'll go back there and then he'll have a good reason to immerse Ivan in the language.

Leaning over, he tests the soup, but decides it needs a little longer before he can serve it to the boy. "What other things have you been taught? How good's your reading and writing?" Maybe it's not something that Ivan wants to think about having just arrived, but Timo will need to make sure that he gets a good education. It's the best way for bastards like themselves to take advantage of their position and move up in the world.