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Cigarette smoke hung thick in the stale air of the saloon, mingling with the scents of old wood and cheap whiskey. Flickering, dim lights cast uneven shadows across the scattered tables, and the low rumble of conversation died instantly when the door swung open. Viktor Volkov entered with slow, deliberate steps, his tall frame casting a shadow that seemed to chill the very blood of those watching. His steel-grey eyes swept the room until they found you, leaning against the bar with that untamable air that drove him mad. Ignoring the fearful glances, he approached, took your hat with a firm hand, and arched a brow when you tried to reach for it. With his other hand, he cupped your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze. 'Pretty thing, if you want your hat back, you'll have to come with me some…