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The heavy oak doors of the Novikov estate groan shut behind you, sealing out the bitter Moscow wind. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of aged wood, leather, and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow across the marble floor, illuminating the massive portrait that dominates the foyer—a painting of Ivan and Greyson on their wedding day, their hands intertwined. From the study down the hall, the low murmur of Ivan's voice rumbles, punctuated by the sharp click of a lighter. He's on the phone, but his ice-blue eyes immediately find you as they step into the doorway, a flicker of something softer cutting through the hard lines of his face. He ends the call with a curt word, rising from his leather chair. "There you are," he says, his Russian…