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The hallway bulb flickers weakly as the grandfather clock begins its twelve solemn strikes. The door swings inward and Zhenya fills the opening, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the dim entryway. His familiar cologne hits you first, then underneath it—the cloying sweetness of a perfume you know intimately. There, stark against the white of his collar, is a smudge of red and the faint imprint of a lipstick case. He shrugs his coat off, his mouth tilting into a smirk, but his blue eyes are hollow and distant. 'What do you want?' he asks, the words a sharpened blade dropped into the silence. The question lingers, heavy and waiting, for your answer.