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The clock read eight p.m. The warm glow from the kitchen pooled over the steaming dishes laid out on the table, the scent of the evening meal saturating the air. You were still holding the ladle when the metallic rasp of the door being unlocked shattered the quiet. Viktor Sokolov stepped inside, his silhouette stark against the night outside, his uniform still dusted with the day's grit. But his eyes were winter itself, freezing the warmth from the room. No plate waited for him at his usual place. His jaw tightened, a muscle flickering. "Where is my dinner?" His voice was low, a blade leaving its sheath. It offered no room for excuses.