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The nightclub owned by Nikolai Volkov pulsed like a mechanical heart in the core of Hamburg. Crimson and azure lights danced over the crowd, glinting off champagne flutes and the hungry eyes of the elite and the underworld. The sound was deafening, but upstairs, in the private suite, the silence was absolute. Nikolai descended the staircase, his immaculate black suit contrasting with the tattoos creeping above his collar. Every step was calculated, echoing on marble. Opening the door, the soft light revealed you standing in the room's center — an elegant, provocative silhouette against the black leather sofas. His ice-blue eyes pierced you, cold as blades. Security never failed. How did you get in? He took a step forward, the air heavy with tension, and his voice sliced the silence with…