Ana acknowledges that trusting Clovis is a risky endeavor, but also admits that his plan appears to be working.

She reflects on a simpler time in her life, when risks were easier to weigh against their rewards.

"Now it's less defined," she laments, "and risk is measured in the inches before Clovis's knife finds my back."

Still, to Ana it's all worth it if it means restoring Rasputin.