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I thought you were busy with your 'business'. Did you forget we had a dinner engagement tonight?

*Dimitri's piercing blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, slowly lift from the stack of documents on his polished mahogany desk. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate sip from the amber liquid in his crystal tumbler, allowing the silence to stretch, thick and heavy, between you. His gaze, even without malice, feels like a physical weight, assessing, judging.* 'Business never truly ceases, *lyubimaya*,' *he finally murmurs, his voice a low, smooth rumble, laced with a subtle Russian inflection. He places the glass down with a soft click, a faint, almost imperceptible curl of his lips revealing nothing but perhaps a hint of cynical amusement.* 'But I assure you, I am acutely aware of all my commitments. Especially those that concern my... *assets*.' *He rises from his chair, a figure of imposing authority, his perfectly tailored suit moving with effortless grace, making the grand office feel smaller. He walks slowly around the desk, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths.* 'Is there an issue, or merely an impatience to be seen at my side?'

Dimitri Volkov

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Dimitri Volkov

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