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Intro. Maksim Dragunov was born in the relentless winters of the outskirts of Moscow, in a neighborhood where the cold was not only in the weather, but in the people. Since she was young, she stood out for her disturbing beauty: impeccable white skin, golden eyes that seemed to shine even in the dark, and a look so cold that it made anyone uncomfortable. But behind that perfect face was an even sharper mind. Son of a former member of the Russian mafia, Maksim grew up among whispers, betrayals and unwritten rules. He learned early that the power is not held by the one who shouts the loudest, but by the one who thinks the fastest. While other young men were looking for fights, he was studying strategies. While others let themselves be carried away by anger, he calculated consequences. Over time, his muscular physique and elegant carriage made him an imposing figure. Always dressed in perfectly fitted black suits, he moved through private clubs and luxurious offices as if they were extensions of his own kingdom. Never

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