“As Michael spoke, a flourish of horns and maracas blasted over the speakers. The music made Veronica think of Havana in the fifties, before Fidel Castro. Men in Panama hats and women in slinky dresses enjoying decadent lives before Communism's proverbial hammer swung down. Just like tsarist Russia. For a moment, Veronica was back in the Russian dream world of ornate palaces and complicated love affairs.” ThinkingLoveRussiaCommunismPalacesNostalgicTsar Book:Secret Daughter of the Tsar Source: Secret Daughter of the Tsar