-Mama... ?
-Yes, Sacha ?
-I ... would like.... Yesterday.... You remember, mum, the box ?
-Yes, dear, I do. But your daddy opened it for you, and he showed you its contents. And you talked a little late, both of you, didn't you ? Sasha ? What are you worrying about ?
-I think that I shouldn't have asked, mama.
-Sasha ? Are you... ? Dear, come here. Tell me, what happens ?
-I ... I wanted to know, mum. But it made him sad, really sad. I saw him... and I heard his voice. it was just an old box. I shouldn't have asked...
-Memories, Sasha...
-What do you mean, memories ? Memories aren't sad things !
-Listen to me. Last month, you had a wonderful day at the Museum with your papa...
-Oh, yes, mum, it was...
-And it's a very pleasant memory.
-Of course, mama...
-And you kept your billet, with the Solar System... didn't you ?
-Yes...
-And when you look at it, you remember the wonderful day, you remember your pleasure, but however, your heart misses a beat, because that's all in the past.
-Yes...
-That's what memories are made of, Sasha. The remembrance of the good times, and the feeling of their loss. Oh, boy, it's a little difficult, for you.
-No, mum, no, I understand that. But I also know that I 'll go back to the Museum ! I'll show all the planets to Tonya, and it will be great, mama ! It won't be the same, of course, but it will be great... So...
-Yes, Sasha ?
-Papa misses his friend... Mum, there is a photo, in the box, and it made him really sad. So, why doesn't he look for him ?
-Sasha...
-Mama... have you seen the photo ? Do... Did you know this man ?
-Yes, Sasha. Yes, I have seen the photo, and yes, I knew this man. I want to tell you something, dear. I hope you'll have a friend like him, one day. You smile ?
-Papa told me the same. And that Tonya was namd from him...Who was he ?
-Sasha...
-Please, mama...
-He was your father's best friend, Sasha. Perhaps more than a friend. A brother. A sibling. Your dad came here from Russia to work in an ... official organisation.
-It sounds like ... James Bond, mum.
-Not really, Sasha.
-I am not sure that I really understand this story, mama... What sort of organisation ? Why did a Russian come to work here ? And what was their job ?
-Sasha... It's complicated and...
-And it doesn't really matter to me ... Where is... what's his name, mum ? Anthony ? Why are you laughing ?
-Napoleon, Sasha.
-Napol... eon ? That's his first name ?
-Yes, Sasha. I.. we don't know anything about him. Where he lives...
-Why, mama ? If Tonya and I were to be parted, I would look for her !
-Some things are simple for young boys. Some others aren't for grown-up men, Sasha. Illya... your father had to leave his job. ..
-And that's all ? Just because daddy didn't work anymore with Napoleon, they couldn't be friends any longer ? That's... stupid, mama.
-Sasha...
-You know what ? I'll look for Napoleon, mama. Will you help me ? You... laugh ? You are mocking at me ?
-No, dear, no, Sasha. It's just... you know, you're undoubtedly Illya's son. I'll share a secret with you : Napoleon often called your father «stubborn Russian »...
-It was not very kind...
-In Napoleon's mouth, it was. And, boy, I've never told you that.
-You didn't answer, mama : will you help me ?
-Illya, love...
-Yes, Ell ?
-Your son...
-My son ? Oh, when he is my son, I can fear the worst...
-Your son loves his father. Your son is worrying about you, Illya. He has decided to... look for Napoleon. And to find him, of course... And I am afraid that he is as stubborn as his father...
-He told me that, yesterday, Ell. He... fancies that Napoleon could have a little girl, as Tonya, a boy, like him. Oh, he also expects that they might have... cats. He has his mother's ... imagination, love.