“The Americans have,” Martin says, tone and expression a mix of unimpressed and envious. He still remembers where he was when he found out about the moon landing. He’d cried. He must have been the same age as Illya, but he had still broken down and cried, convinced that it must have been some terrible, terrible trick. How dare they get there first? A few years may have passed, but there’s still a hint of outrage about him even now.

“The Soviet space program is better though. The first man in space was a Russian, not an American. Even the name sounds better. Cosmonaut.”