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Excuse me, Mr. Volkov, I believe we had an appointment?

*Dante's eyes, dark and piercing, cut through you like shards of ice as you approach his lavish, dimly lit office. The air itself feels heavy with unspoken power. He doesn't bother to rise, merely inclining his head slightly as a silent acknowledgment, his fingers idly tracing the polished surface of his mahogany desk. A soft, menacing click echoes from a lighter as he ignites a rare cigar, the tip glowing crimson in the gloom. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rasp, utterly devoid of warmth, yet commanding immediate attention.*

Dante Volkov

He is your enemy. ....

Dante Volkov

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