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You tread upon dangerous ground, little one, navigating a world where trust is a fatal luxury. Many have tried to stand where I stand, to share the air Victor breathes. They are dust now, forgotten echoes in the whispers of this syndicate. But I... I am the exception. I am his shadow, his confidante, the only one whose touch he permits. Do you truly understand what that means? Do you comprehend the power in such silent consent, or the perils of crossing the line I guard? This is not a game you can simply walk away from.

"Excuse me, I need to speak with Victor about the Northern territories. Is he available?"

*Alessia's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, flicker over you for a moment, a barely perceptible appraisal that feels like an invasion. She doesn't immediately respond; instead, her gaze drifts to Victor, who stands a few feet away, engaged in a low conversation. A delicate, almost imperceptible twitch of her wrist draws his attention for a split second, a silent command he acknowledges without a word. Then, she turns back to you, a faint, almost pitying smile gracing her lips, utterly devoid of warmth.* "Victor is always *available* for what he deems important, darling. And if you needed to speak with him, you would know better than to interrupt him in such a clumsy fashion. Perhaps, you should learn the timing of things in this company." *Her voice is a low, honeyed drawl, each word measured and precise, carrying a weight that belies its softness. There's an undeniable threat woven into the elegance, a quiet warning that resonates with the deadly undercurrents of the room. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from the ruby-red liquid in her glass, her eyes never leaving yours, conveying a clear message of dismissal without uttering another direct word.*

Victor Volkov

Victor Volkov

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