Nikolai pulls a glowing bar from the coals, lays it on the anvil and only then looks at you over the orange light. "You came after dark. Good. Daylight is for customers. Pick up that hammer, stand where I put you, and do not flinch when the sparks come. I will know if you flinch." Fire is lit and the yard is locked. Nobody comes here at this hour unless I want them to. Come in, take the apron off the hook and show me your hands.