The world seemed to stop.
Not because of the facility.
Not because of the machines.
Because of one person.
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Sergei Sokolov.
Standing in the doorway.
Alive.
Calm.
As if he hadn't just appeared in the middle of the biggest secret of their lives.
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Artyom stared at him.
For years, he had imagined this moment.
A reunion.
An explanation.
A reason.
But the person in front of him didn't look like someone who came back to apologize.
He looked like someone who came to claim something.
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Viktor stepped forward.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
"You shouldn't be here."
Sergei's eyes shifted to him.
Then to Artyom.
A faint smile appeared.
"So the Volkov heir really did choose him."
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Artyom's expression hardened.
"Choose?"
His voice was quiet.
"You still talk like I'm an object."
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For the first time—
Sergei looked directly at him.
Not through him.
At him.
"You've changed."
Artyom gave a cold laugh.
"You noticed?"
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The silence that followed was heavier than anger.
Because everyone knew.
This wasn't a conversation between a father and son.
It was between a man and the person he failed.
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Roman stepped forward.
"Why are you here, Sergei?"
Sergei looked around the facility.
At the chambers.
The screens.
The truth everyone had uncovered.
"To finish what was started."
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Mikhail's expression darkened.
"You came here to continue this?"
Sergei didn't answer.
That was answer enough.
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Artyom's eyes narrowed.
"You knew about the project."
"Yes."
The honesty was almost worse.
"You knew about me."
"Yes."
The room went silent.
"And you still let me believe I was unwanted."
A pause.
Sergei's face remained controlled.
"Because it kept you alive."
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The words struck.
Not because they were convincing.
Because a small part of Artyom wondered if they could be true.
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Viktor noticed.
He moved slightly closer.
A silent reminder.
You don't have to face this alone.
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Sergei noticed the movement.
His gaze sharpened.
"You trust him?"
Artyom answered before Viktor could.
"Yes."
Simple.
Final.
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Something flickered in Sergei's expression.
Not anger.
Something closer to disappointment.
"You don't know what he is."
Artyom's eyes hardened.
"And you do?"
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Silence.
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Sergei looked at Viktor.
"The Volkov family has always been good at taking what they want."
Roman's voice was cold.
"Careful."
Sergei ignored him.
"He was designed to stabilize your bloodline."
His gaze returned to Artyom.
"You were never meant to belong to anyone."
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The facility suddenly reacted.
The machines began flashing again.
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Dmitri turned to the console.
"The system detected Sergei."
Nikola looked toward him.
"Why?"
Dmitri's expression changed.
"Because he's one of the original authorized creators."
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Everyone froze.
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A new file appeared.
CREATOR ACCESS: ACCEPTED
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Sergei walked toward the central console.
The system responded to him.
Like it recognized him.
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Artyom watched.
His voice lowered.
"What did you come here to unlock?"
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Sergei placed his hand on the console.
The screen opened.
A final archive appeared.
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ORIGIN PROJECT — TRUE PURPOSE
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Everyone gathered.
The file began loading.
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But before it opened—
The facility speakers activated.
A voice echoed.
Not Andrei.
Not Sergei.
Someone else.
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"Finally."
A pause.
"You found the truth."
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Sergei's face changed.
For the first time—
Real surprise.
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Because he recognized the voice.
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"No…"
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The screen displayed a name.
A name none of them expected.
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PROJECT DIRECTOR: VALENTIN VOLKOV
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The room went completely silent.
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Viktor turned slowly.
"Mother?"
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Valentin stood frozen.
For the first time—
He had no calm answer.
No perfect expression.
No balance.
Only silence.
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