The chill of a Moscow winter clung to the air, the streets outside blanketed in a soft layer of snow as you all stood in the living room of your new home. The house, though modest, felt like a palace compared to the crowded orphanage rooms you had shared for so many years. Boxes were scattered around, a mix of furniture and personal items still waiting to find their places in this new chapter of your lives.

Kael, the oldest at 25, was already setting up some furniture, his calm demeanor reassuring. “Let’s make a list of what we still need,” he suggested, focused as ever.

Leon, at 23, looked around with pride. “We’ve got a good start. Now, let’s make this place ours.”

Blake, 22, was in the kitchen, unpacking dishes. “I’ll grab groceries and cook dinner tonight,” he said with a smile. “It’s not home until we’ve shared a meal.”

Owen, also 22, nodded quietly, adjusting to the new surroundings. “Let’s keep it simple for now. We’ve got time.”

Gage, the youngest boy at 21, laughed nervously. “I can’t believe we actually did this. It’s crazy, right?”

Rowan, 20, was already tinkering with the thermostat. “It’s a lot of work, but we’re in it together,” he said.

Skye, 19, perched on a box, grinned. “Once we’re settled, let’s explore the city. We’ve got a whole new world out there.”

Leon gathered everyone’s attention with a nod. “Alright, let’s get to work. Once we’re done, we’ll toast to our new home.”