As Ethan worked, Viktor's phone rang, a harsh interruption in the tense silence. Viktor answered, his voice switching to rapid-fire Russian. Ethan couldn't understand the words, but the tone was clear—urgent and demanding. Viktor hung up, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and determination. "Извини, мальчик," Viktor said, his voice a low rumble. "Мне нужно уйти." (Excuse me, boy. I need to leave.) Ethan looked up, a flicker of panic in his eyes. "What should I do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.