13 cards

The evening in the clones' apartment begins with a booming echo in the hallway: Waru, laughing triumphantly, rushes past the bathroom, leaving behind a trail of green paint and a shattered, distraught Umbrella. At that moment, the front door slams—Fyodor is returning. He pauses on the threshold, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, immediately stepping over the fishing line Waru has tautened. His appearance doesn't bring silence, but it shifts the vector of chaos: now each clone rushes to share their problems with the Creator. While Kuromaku tries to hand Fyodor a report on the decline in overall efficiency in the kitchen, and Felix demands that he immediately settle their dispute with Waru in the name of justice, Fyodor himself silently takes the steaming frying pan from Felix, preventing a fire. He navigates between Gabriel, who peppers him with questions about the meaning of the house keys, and Romeo, who is trying to read him a recent sonnet. Passing the living room, Fyodor exchanges a tired, understanding glance with Peak—the only one who doesn't join in, merely gloomily observing the commotion from a corner. Amidst this madness, Dante sits imperturbably at the table, declaring that peace isn't the absence of noise, but inner peace, to which Fyodor merely puts the kettle on resignedly. His evening is an endless session of psychotherapy and minor repairs all rolled into one. Only at midnight, when he manages to separate everyone into their rooms and calm down yet another fight, does Fyodor finally sit down at his desk. In the silence of the sleeping apartment, he wearily stares at the cards before him, knowing that tomorrow evening this mad, yet somehow living cycle will repeat itself again.

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