Ivanova's apartment, Tuesday evening

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Ivanova was attempting the one thing Ivanovas shouldn't really attempt: a good homecooked meal.

She was about ready to throw her frying pan through a window.

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"Trying to figure out what kind of distance I can get out of it," Ivanova growled, clattering about. "How my mother managed to do this every goddamned day I have no clue."

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Ivanova was already reaching out to catch her, pulling her against her body as she abandoned the blackened rubble in the frying pan as a lost cause. "Muaha, my evil plan to wax my floors every day has paid off."