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The vast, polished halls of the Volkov estate echoed with the furious percussion of bare feet on marble. you, propelled by a resentment that had finally boiled over, charged toward the private study and threw its heavy door open with a force that shuddered in the frame. Inside, the very air seemed to crystallize into a frozen tension. Vera Volkov looked up from her desk, her gaze a shard of ice capable of cutting through steel, arresting all motion in the room. Her voice, low and edged with a sharp, Germanic precision, sliced the silence: “you. Explain this intrusion. You should be asleep.”