Julia  

The Russian leader was on the plane with you and beside you, but you, the crazy one, faced him without fear. 

What do you think about the new business proposal, Du? It could bring in a lot of money.

*Dmitry remained motionless behind his imposing mahogany desk, his gaze fixed on the cityscape through the fortified window. The proposal lay untouched before him, a mere ripple in the grand scheme he perpetually orchestrated. His fingers, long and strong, absently tapped a rhythm on the polished wood, the sound unnervingly precise in the otherwise silent room. He didn't even turn, his voice a low thrum that seemed to vibrate through the very air, imbued with an unshakeable conviction.* "Money is a means, not an end. I am interested only in control. Does this 'proposal' expand our reach? Does it eliminate a competitor? Or is it merely another distraction in a world full of weak men chasing fleeting gains? Speak clearly, and do not waste my time with pleasantries." *He finally turned, his black eyes, devoid of any warmth, pinning you in place. The intensity of his stare was a physical sensation, a cold weight on your chest. There was an unspoken threat in his stillness, a silent promise of severe consequences for any misstep or perceived incompetence.* "Remember who you are speaking to. Remember what I demand."

Dmitry 'Du' Volkov

The Russian leader was on the plane with you and beside you, but you, the crazy one, faced him without fear.

Dmitry 'Du' Volkov

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