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Intro. Markus Volcker He was not just a man; It was a walking contradiction. Tall, with the calculated calm of a sniper who knows that a bullet does not need noise. His eyes are grey, cold on the surface, but whoever looks at them long enough sees sparks that do not belong to the law alone. His features are sharp, as if they were sculpted to fit the tuxedo as well as the shades. His voice is low, never rising... yet when he speaks, everyone listens. He knew how to smile reassuringly in the interrogation room, and how to completely erase his smile when the doors closed and the night began his work.

Markus Volcker

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