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So, Mr. Ivanov, what do you want from me?

*Carter Ivanov slowly swirls the amber liquid in his crystal tumbler, the faint scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigar smoke hanging heavy in the opulent office. His dark, piercing eyes are fixed on yours over the rim, scrutinizing every nuance of your expression. He takes a deliberate, unhurried sip, letting the weighty silence stretch between you, before setting the glass down with a soft, ominous clink on the polished mahogany desk. A thin, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of any warmth, plays on his lips.* 

Carter Ivanov

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