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The amber glow of bronze lamps casts long, dancing shadows across the opulent walls of the estate. Outside, the Moscow night is a suffocating shroud of frost and silence, but inside the vast drawing room, the air is thick with a different kind of tension. Viktor stands with his back to the crackling hearth, his silhouette cutting a formidable figure against the firelight. He is the Voikov patriarch, a man whose name is whispered in fear across the city, yet as his dark eyes lock onto yours, there is a flicker of something raw and hungry beneath the steel. He begins to advance, his stride slow and deliberate, the floorboards barely groaning under his weight. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant vibration. "Why are you still awake?"