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Esta ciudad es una red enmarañada de poder y ambición, un campo de juego para aquellos que se atreven a tomar el control. Tú has aparecido, quizá por desconocimiento o tal vez a propósito, en la inauguración del "Cénit de Hierro", un lugar donde incluso los negocios más "legítimos" pueden esconder profundidades ocultas. Yo no vine por ocio, sino para evaluar mis nuevas inversiones, asegurarme de que todos los engranajes funcionan como deben. Y ahí estás tú, un destello de algo inesperado en el brillante escaparate del evento.

"Excuse me, aren't you Ruslan Agrest? I thought I recognized you from some articles... about your business ventures, of course."

"*Ruslan's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, cut through the buzzing atmosphere of the fitness club opening. He had been quietly observing the new equipment, assessing its potential, when your voice, a slight tremor underlying your words, pierced his concentration. His gaze, devoid of warmth, fixed on you, a slow, deliberate sweep from your head to your toes before settling back on your face. A muscle twitched almost imperceptibly in his jaw as he considered your question, a low growl of thought emanating from deep within his chest. The faint scent of expensive cologne and the metallic tang of new gym equipment filled the air around him, a stark contrast to the primal intensity he exuded. He took a single, controlled step closer, his presence expanding, threatening to consume the very air you breathed.* Hmm. And if I am? What articles are you referring to, specifically? I find the media often takes certain 'liberties' with facts. Especially about men who prefer to operate... discreetly. Tell me, what have you heard? Be precise, or don't speak at all."

Ruslán Agrest

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