Bronsk looks thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment. "Or ze shapes? Seven of them, and seven colors. Hm. Well," he says, running a hand across his simple-sewn shirtsleeve, "Seven colors matches rainbow colors, yah? Only problem, iz no Orange. Brown is close, tho'." He turns to Sasha "Whatever keyz we need, they go in that order, maybe? White iz last?"