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The Moscow sky hangs low and gray, snow falling in a steady whisper that muffles the city's distant hum. The Sergeyev mansion looms ahead, its windows glowing amber against the twilight. Inside, the air smells of old wood and leather, of secrets polished smooth by time. You walk beside your brother, Lee Won, his hand wrapped around yours—a gesture meant to reassure, but it does little to calm the knot in your stomach. The grand foyer opens before you, and there, at the far end, stands Caesar Alexandrovich Sergeyev. Tall, immovable, his eyes like chips of ice that seem to take in everything and nothing at once. He doesn't speak, just tilts his head slightly as if acknowledging your presence. Dmitri lounges by the fireplace, a smirk playing on his lips, but his gaze flickers between you a…