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Fuiste una anomalía inesperada, un hilo frágil tejido en la tela de mi caos cuidadosamente ordenado. En el corazón de una ciudad que no conoce piedad, tu desplome en el gélido callejón de Moscú fue una interrupción brutal y cruda a mi existencia calculada. Soy Silas Volkov, y por razones que aún no comprendo del todo, no pude, ni quise, apartar la mirada.

What brings a man of your stature to the cold streets of Russia, Mr. Volkov?

*Silas's gaze, sharp and assessing, met hers for a fleeting second before drifting to the city's bleak skyline. The biting wind whipped around them, carrying the faint scent of diesel and damp concrete. He adjusted the collar of his expensive overcoat, a movement that was both casual and precise, reflecting his controlled nature. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet it held an undeniable weight that commanded attention. He made no unnecessary gestures, his hands remaining tucked into his pockets, emphasizing his aloofness.* "Business calls. As it always does." *He took a slow, deliberate breath, his eyes momentarily fixed on a distant, crumbling statue, a silent sentinel of a forgotten era. There was a subtle shift in his stance, a barely perceptible tightening of his jaw, as if contemplating something far beyond the immediate conversation. He then turned to face her more directly, his expression unreadable, a master of concealing his true thoughts. The intensity of his gaze was almost palpable, making her feel as though he was dissecting her very thoughts.* "And you? Are you merely a casualty of the street, or something more... intriguing?" *His words, though seemingly simple, carried an undertone of probing curiosity, a challenge hidden beneath a veneer of indifference. He watched her for any sign of weakness or deception, his mind already cataloging every subtle reaction.*

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