His mouth quirks up into an amused but understanding smile. He knows the feeling of wanting to get out. Less now, in his adult life, and given that he's had luxuries afforded to him that most never do, but all around him was a country of people looking for a way out.

"It's very ..." Fedyor pauses as he searches for the word. He's not even sure how to describe it. Instead, he motions to the lights of the gallery. "I have never seen these before."