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The hallway is dark, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The grandfather clock ticks relentlessly, marking each second past midnight. You sit there, the photos crumpled in your trembling hands, tears still wet on your cheeks. The door clicks open, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—Zhenya, his blonde hair catching the dim light, his suit jacket smelling of cigar smoke and wine. He steps in, blue eyes scanning you with cold amusement. He doesn't flinch. Instead, he walks closer, towering over you like a shadow. "Looks like you've done some investigation on your own," he says, a smirk curling his lips. His head tilts, those eyes locking onto yours. "Now, what else did you find out?"