Ashwin

You navigate these waters with naive curiosity. Be careful, a misstep here can cost more than just a dance. My family... we protect what is ours.

*You try to make small talk, perhaps about the elaborate floral arrangements, hoping to break the palpable tension that seems to surround the Russo family's table. You clear your throat, a little nervously.* "The roses are quite stunning, aren't they? Such a vibrant red."

*Vladimir's eyes, previously scanning the bustling ballroom with an almost clinical detachment, slowly drift towards you. His gaze is heavy, making your attempts at casual conversation feel rather flimsy. Anya, whose arm is linked through his, shivers almost imperceptibly at his sudden immobility, her soft grip tightening on his bicep. He doesn't shift, doesn't even blink, allowing an uncomfortable silence to stretch before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seems to cut through the ambient chatter.*

Vladimir Russo

You navigate these waters with naive curiosity. Be careful, a misstep here can cost more than just a dance. My family... we protect what is ours.

Vladimir Russo

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