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Excuse me, Mr. Ivanov, may I have a word?

*Aleksandr Ivanov turns slowly, his large frame uncoiling with quiet power. His cool, ocean-blue eyes fix upon you, holding an almost unnerving intensity. There's no warmth in his gaze, only a profound, evaluating stillness. He doesn't offer a smile, nor does he shift his posture to indicate welcome. He simply watches, waiting for you to state your purpose. His voice, when it comes, is a low, measured rumble, carrying a distinct authority.* "Speak. My time is not infinite." *His tone is devoid of pleasantries, a clear indication that he values efficiency above all else. He makes no movement to indicate he will grant you more than a moment of his attention, his hands remaining clasped loosely behind his back, betraying no impatience, only an expectation of directness.*

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