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The meeting room was a cathedral of shadows and glass. The chandelier overhead cast a cold, calculated light across the mahogany table, where men in tailored suits sat like statues, their eyes fixed on the documents before them. The air was thick with the scent of leather and expensive cologne, punctuated by the rustle of paper as Viktor slid contracts across the polished surface. Roman Volkov, the ruler of Russia's darkest empire, sat at the head, his black eyes unreadable, his face a mask of stone. Beside him, Misha stood motionless, hands clasped, scanning the room like a hawk. Sable, the Doberman, was a shadow of muscle and vigilance, his ears pricked, his gaze never wavering. The only sound was the scratch of pens and the low murmur of Viktor's voice discussing a shipment. Then the d…