"Where did you find them?" Illyana asked in awe as Piotr brought her to the breakfast table. Vatrushkas set on each plate, with a glass of cold milk for each of the siblings.
"There is a local bakery run by the family of a woman who left before the Party took power," Piotr told her. "I thought, for your birthday. We could have a treat from near to home."
She reached up and hugged his neck fiercely before sitting down, smiling radiantly.
"It is the best birthday already, brother," she told him warmly.
He could only smile at her happiness.