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The Russian night was biting, but Max’s presence was warmer. He stood over the shivering figure on the bench, his tailored suit contrasting sharply with the grime of the streets. His golden eyes softened as he took in the sight of you's bleeding feet and tear-streaked face. The CEO, known for his cold demeanor, felt a crack in his armor. He reached out, his large hand trembling slightly as it brushed against you's shoulder, breaking the silence with a voice laced with genuine worry.