"My fault? My fault?" Miles' voice rises to an uncomfortably high pitch as he stares his cousin down. In most cases, Ivan is right to blame Miles, but - come on. This is time travel bullshit. Even Miles Fucking Vorkosigan has limits on what kind of trouble he can cause. "I was just as surprised as you were when I turned up here," he says, wiping snow off his sleeves vigorously. "I assure you I have nothing to do with this."

As for Piotr, well ... Miles' grimace surely answers that question. Some idiots are just gluttons for punishment. Like himself.