May 17
@irozanova
Ilya yawns as he stumbles down the stairs, dragging down the bag that Irina had apparently packed for him. It's late, though he doesn't know how late, and he knows that Papa was working the overnight shift that night. Where could they be going without him? He blearily rubs his eyes and sits down on the couch, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes.
"Shouldn't we wait for Papa? And Andrei?" he asks, not quite grasping what was going on just yet. "It's so late, Mama. I'm sleepy. Where are we going?"