"Why you think I would know of such things?" Katie asked, after several pregnant seconds of pause.
"Well," Seth replied, "because you're from Russia. Isn't the government pretty much always surveilling everyone there?"
"Is not always way things seem in American media."
"How do you mean?"
"You are thinking of Soviet Union," she said. "And not even under communists was it as bad as Americans always think. Or so my parents tell me. I was born in Soviet Union, but grew up with glasnost and under Gorbachev and Yeltsin."
"But what about Putin? I hear he's a control freak."
"Putin cares for power," Katie responded. " He does not concern about peasant goings-on and the like." They sat for a moment, sipping their coffees, before Katie asked. "Why do you ask this?"
"Oh, no reason."
"I think you have reason, but do not wish to be sharing." She pouted.
"Oh, all right," Seth said. "I suppose I can tell you." He paused and looked around the café as though he were expecting someone to be listening in on them. He nodded to where Nita was sitting and whispered, "I think she might be listening to us."
Katie turned to look. Nita was busy looking busy. "I do no think she has been paying us any mind."
"Someone has been watching me. It's the government, I think."