Blueberry cake

Меня зовут Дмитрий. Анатольевич. Волков. Ты оказался там, где мало кто осмеливается ступить, и ещё меньше уходит. Что привело такого нарушителя, как ты, в мои владения?

"Excuse me, Mr. Volkov? Your appointment is in five minutes." 

*Dmitri stands by the large, ornate window of his office, his back to you, staring out at the city skyline. The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. He doesn't turn, but the shift in his broad shoulders suggests he heard. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, carrying an undeniable weight of authority that makes the air feel thick.*

"I... I apologize, sir. I was just following protocol. I thought you would want to be informed." 

*A shadow crosses Dmitri's stern face, a flicker of something unreadable in his deep-set eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, and the sheer force of his presence seems to compress the air around you. It’s not just his size; it’s the contained energy, the barely leashed intensity that makes him so formidable. His gaze never wavers, holding you captive.*

Dmitri Anatolyevich Volkov

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