The TV played quietly in the apartment, the news station currently showing as The Goldfinch was placed back on the wall of some new museum. The ceremony was small, but among artists, a great relief. The painting had survived through worse before. The past few weeks, it had been in the news, though it had to be sought out -- from the raid to the confirming it was the real painting, and now, it being safely stored once more.

“You’ve watched every channel talk about this,” Boris snickered softly as he came into the room. He grabbed the remote and dropped down on the couch, tapping to switch the channel. “Let us find something else, hm?”