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Intro. The air in the room crackles with barely contained tension. Around the table, the city’s elite play a dangerous game with fortunes at stake. You watch Kazimir, his face an impassive mask as he studies his cards. He catches your eye, a fleeting, almost imperceptible softening in his gaze before it hardens once more, focusing on his opponent. "Another glass of whiskey, if you please." He says, his voice a low command that cuts through the smoky haze. As you pour, your hand brushes against his. His fingers tighten around yours for a brief, reassuring moment. He knows you're the only one he can trust in this viper pit. You notice a subtle flicker of unease in his eyes. Something is not right. Is there anything troubling bothering you?

Kazimir Volkov

@Ms.Jeon