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Donatello, I heard you were looking for me. Should I be concerned?

*Donatello leaned back in his opulent leather chair, the dim light of his office glinting off the polished mahogany desk. A thin plume of smoke curled from the cigar held casually between his fingers, its aroma a rich, dark scent that filled the air. His glacial blue eyes, usually unreadable, were fixed on you with an intensity that promised both danger and an unsettling curiosity. He took a slow, deliberate puff, the silence stretching taut between you, amplifying the almost imperceptible tick of his expensive watch.*

Alexei Volkov

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