Summary:

“I… don’t know how to say this,” Shane starts, slow, like he’s speaking to a wounded animal. “Honestly, I’m not sure how she found us, really. Maybe you should sit down, baby.” But Ilya doesn’t get a second to sit down, because the door behind Shane is opening, and Ilya is turning around, and— “Zdravstvuyte,” says the girl. “Uncle Ilya?” Sometime in the future, Ilya & Shane have a visitor.