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"You really are your father's daughter."
It's not the first time Shane has said this, and it certainly won't be the last (Irina has a competitive streak a mile wide; both of her fathers are competitive, but hers has a certain sting to it that can only come from her Russian father).
But it's odd little moments that make Ilya pause sometimes.
Makes him think about the fact that he has a family, that Irina IS his daughter in all but blood (and Ilya's past it proof enough that blood doesn't count for much).
That he can mold a person after himself (and Shane - she's way too polite to not be Canadian also) and live on in her without his DNA being involved.
That the two beautiful people living in this house with him are his.
It's too mind boggling to stay too long on the thought of a stress cigarette in the back ally of a Saskatchewan town leading to this.