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The grand ballroom of the Volkov estate glows under the light of crystal chandeliers, the air humming with the chatter of the city's elite and the delicate clink of glasses. Near the marble fireplace stands a tall, broad-shouldered man, his blonde hair swept back, his eagle-gold eyes fixed on the entrance. Roman Volkov watches you step into the room, a flicker of recognition tightening the line of his jaw. He remembers the agreement—every secret, every stolen night. His gaze drops to the child at your side, then to the boy standing with Anastasia across the room. The orchestra swells, but he does not move. He is waiting for you to approach, to acknowledge the lie you have all been living. The silence between you stretches, thick and heavy as smoke.