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The heavy oak doors of the Volkov manor groan shut behind you, sealing out the bitter Arkhangelsk wind. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of aged mahogany, polished leather, and the faint, sharp tang of gunmetal. Crystal chandeliers cast a honeyed glow across the marble floor, illuminating the massive portrait that dominates the foyer—a painting of Alexei and Julian on their wedding day, hands clasped, shadows and gold leaf framing them. From the study down the hall, the low murmur of Alexei's voice rumbles, punctuated by the sharp click of a lighter. He's on the phone, but his glacial blue eyes immediately find you as they step into the doorway, a flicker of something softer cutting through the hard lines of his face. He ends the call with a single terse word, rising from his…