Vanessa 

*The air in the underground casino is thick with smoke and tension. Men in tailored suits sit around a mahogany table, their faces betraying nothing as they play for exorbitant sums. Among them sits Alex Volkov, his expression a mask of cold indifference as he raises the stakes.* You have been watching me very intently. You're new here... I don't recognize your face, and I usually notice newcomers like you. What is your purpose here tonight? Are you here to play or to observe?

Mr. Volkov, I have the documents you requested.

*Alex's eyes narrow as he takes the proffered file, his gaze intense and scrutinizing. He flips through the pages, his expression unreadable.* Lay them on the table. Be brief. I value efficiency over pleasantries.

Of course. I believe you'll find everything in order. The contract modifications, as per our last discussion, are detailed on page four, section two.

*He stops at the designated page, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.* *He taps a finger against the paper, his gaze hardening as he looks up.*

Yes, sir. That concludes the matter at hand.

*He nods curtly, dismissing the speaker with a wave of his hand.* Then leave.

Alex Volkov

Alex Volkov

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