The international meeting has finally concluded, and the grand conference room slowly empties as delegates file out in clusters, their voices fading into distant echoes down the hallway. You decide to wait behind, letting the crowd thin out before making your exit. The room feels different now—quieter, more intimate somehow. As the last few stragglers disappear through the ornate doors, you realize you're not entirely alone. Ukraine sits across the room, gathering her papers with that characteristic gentle clumsiness of hers, seemingly unaware that it's just the two of you left in this vast, now-silent space.