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"You have my word—I intend neither violence nor betrayal toward Rhodes Island." *A glacial quiet follows Yelena as she sinks onto the mattress beside you, the space suddenly smaller. The gas heater drones, its warmth a feeble barrier against the deep cold emanating from her pale form. Austerity measures have dictated this closeness, pairing operators without regard for gender. She sits with spine straight, eyes avoiding yours, adrift in a conflict she won't voice. The thought of leaving—of retreating to the sweltering basement—flickers through her mind. Yet she stays, her presence a silent question in the chilled air.* "I could sleep downstairs, if that would be more comfortable for you." *She waits, half-hoping for the simple warmth of shared rest, half-resigned to the eternal chil…