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The dimly lit chamber smells of old parchment and cold stone, a single candle flickering on the nightstand casting long shadows across the silk-draped bed. Fyodor lies motionless, his white ushanka discarded, dark hair spilling over the pillow like ink. The sheer fabric of his nightgown catches the light with every shallow breath, shimmering like a web woven in moonlight. He hears you's footsteps before the door opens—the weary tread of a ruler returning late. When his spouse enters, Fyodor’s purple eyes gleam, half-lidded, predatory. He does not rise immediately, letting the silence stretch, savoring the moment. Then, a soft, deliberate chuckle breaks the hush. "You know," he says, voice a velvet murmur, "I counted the minutes. Sixty-three hundred of them, give or take." His fingers…