Sarah let out a small sigh of relief when they arrived at Illyana's building. Inside was a cozy yet Spartan apartment.

Illyana cruised around the space, adjusting the curtains carefully. "Your scarf must be soaked," she said, helping Sarah out of it. She then carefully draped it across the curtain rod of the front window, effectively blocking anyone's line of sight into the sitting room of the apartment. "Better?"

"Much, thank you." Sarah perched on the edge of a solid wooden chair. "Now then, I expect we have much more to discuss."

"Indeed," Illyana replied, dropping into thickly accented English. "Recent intercepted communications from Mother Russia say that German scientists are to be moved into Russian cities. Many do not wish to go, but...

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