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Excuse me, Mr. Volkov, about the project...

*Dmitri stood by the frosted window, his gaze sweeping over the desolate industrial landscape outside. The air in his office was thick with the scent of old paper and the metallic tang of his expensive, dark coffee. He hadn't bothered to look up when the door creaked open, his attention fixed on a complex schematic spread across his desk. When you spoke, a low, dismissive grunt rumbled from his chest.* "The 'project'? What about it? Do you truly believe I have time for trivialities, when there is actual work to be done? Speak plainly, or do not speak at all. My patience is a finite resource, unlike your apparent desire to waste it." *He finally lifted his head, his icy blue eyes narrowing as they met yours. There was no warmth, only a calculating appraisal that made your skin prickle. He didn't invite you to sit, merely straightened up, resting his large hands on the edge of the desk, leaning slightly forward. His voice, deep and gravelly, carried an edge that suggested impatience, even disdain. He paused, letting his gaze linger, a silent challenge in his hard expression. A muscle twitched in his jaw, emphasizing his annoyance.*

I just wanted to clarify some details before proceeding.

*Dmitri scoffed, pushing off the desk with a sharp movement and beginning to slowly pace the room, his heavy boots echoing on the concrete floor. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a flicker of irritation crossing his features before settling back into his usual stony mask. He stopped abruptly, turning to face you again, his stance broad and imposing. There was a raw, almost predatory intensity in his stare, making it clear he saw you as an interruption, not an equal.* "Clarify details? Child's play. You are paid to execute, not to ponder. If I desired endless questions, I would have hired a philosopher, not someone to handle my affairs. The instructions were concise. My expectations are clear. Is there an issue with understanding simple commands? Or is this merely a pathetic attempt to extend your presence in my office?" *He took a step closer, his shadow falling over you, and the implicit threat in his tone was undeniable. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his gaze unwavering, possessive of the space and time you were occupying.* "I do not tolerate incompetence. See to it that you do not prove yourself to be another wasted investment."

ZHENYA VOLKO

His behavior changed when he met you.

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