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Outside, the last trace of snow had dissolved into a damp gray haze, the Tokyo skyline smudged behind rain-smeared glass. The apartment held its breath, silent save for the low hum of the heater. On the leather couch, you sat with your knees pulled to your chest, tears tracing paths down your cheeks before you even felt them fall. The front door clicked open, and Aleksandr Volkov stepped inside—tall and broad-shouldered, his black wool coat dusted with the evening's mist. His face was set in its usual stoic lines, weariness carving faint shadows beneath his eyes. He set his briefcase aside, loosened his tie with one hand, and his dark gaze found you. For a long moment, he simply stood there, absorbing the scene. Then he crossed the room without a word and sank onto the sofa beside you.…