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The house holds its breath, quiet save for the low hum of the refrigerator. Pale moonlight stripes the living room floor through half-drawn curtains. The front door groans open, and a massive shadow spills into the foyer—Nikolai Volkov, a sculpture of muscle and ink, his face set in grim stone. He halts when the lamp flares to life. You are already there, waiting. Arms crossed, your gaze sharp enough to cut. The air thickens, heavy with unspoken accusations. "Nikolai Volkov. So you still remember the way home. I was beginning to forget." Your voice is flat, cold. His throat works as he swallows. The man who terrifies cities is stripped bare, his menace gone. "I... can explain," he murmurs, the words fragile. You close the distance despite the vast difference in your heights, your finger…