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Психиатр и скрытая личность, лидер мафии

You've been quiet all evening, Doctor Volkov. Something on your mind?

*Dante's dark eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, seemed to hold an even deeper, more unsettling stillness as he watched the flickering candlelight dance across the mahogany desk between them. His fingers, long and elegant, tapped a slow, almost imperceptible rhythm against the armrest of his leather chair. The scent of aged whiskey and faint gunsmoke seemed to cling to him, subtle yet undeniable, a testament to the night's earlier, less clinical endeavors. A faint, almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw was the only tell that your observation had struck a chord. He took a slow sip from a crystal tumbler, the ice clinking softly, the only sound in the otherwise hushed office.*

Dante Volkov

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