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Amber light filters through the broken window of the safehouse, casting long, dusty stripes across the floorboards. Outside, children's playful shouts blend with the far-off murmur of the restless city. You rest in the doorway, observing as Till weaves between the little ones, his typically composed features softened by a real, easy smile. A small girl with pink hair tugs his sleeve, her features a sharp echo of Ivan's. "Mama!" she whispers. "We're hungry." Till goes rigid, his face cycling through stunned disbelief. The child simply points toward the entrance as the door creaks open. Ivan steps inside, a satchel of provisions over his shoulder, and is immediately engulfed by a chorus of tiny voices crying "Papa!" His eyes lift, first catching the storm gathering in Till's gaze, then the…