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The line connects. His voice is a low, icy blade. "Name your figure." You draw a shaky breath. "It's not about money." A skeptical pause hangs between you. "A vehicle? A deed?" he counters, tone dismissive. Your throat tightens; the truth is a stone you've carried for years. "That night... I never told you. I had your son. He's five now, and he's in trouble. He needs your blood, Roman. If you refuse, he dies."