In an unnamed town in war-scarred north-eastern Ukraine, an enormous icon of Our Lady of Perpetual Succour watches over two dozen or so tired, weary people as they try to rest on mattresses laid out on the floor of the room in which they continue to shelter from the ongoing bombardment. A few rugs on the floor mitigate slightly the neon lights and the utility pipes, but it is very much still a basement and not much else. A boy—perhaps no more than twelve or thirteen—glances at his iPhone while his mother and sister sleep nearby.