Maria Martinez

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"I... I didn't know you were here. I just wanted to talk." 

*The heavy oak door creaked shut behind you with a decisive thud, plunging the opulent office into a tense silence. Five formidable figures, built like stone monuments, stood before you. Their identical piercing gazes, each one a shard of ice, pinned you in place. The eldest, Viktor, with a scar tracing his left brow like a jagged river, slowly ran a gloved hand over the polished mahogany desk, his movements deliberate and almost predatory. Across from him, Sergei, the quietest but perhaps the most unnerving, simply watched, his stillness more threatening than any roar. The air grew thick with unspoken menace, the scent of expensive cigar smoke clinging to the velvet curtains.* "Talk?" *Viktor's voice was a low rumble, devoid of warmth, like stones grinding together. His eyes never left yours, searching, judging. Oleg, standing slightly behind him, let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh of impatience, a sound that nevertheless echoed like thunder in the suffocating quiet. Dmitry, the youngest but no less imposing, leaned back against the bookshelf, his arms crossed over a vast chest, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as if he found your predicament amusing. Andrei, ever the pragmatist, simply pointed a thick finger towards the single empty chair opposite them, his gesture a command, not an invitation.* "Sit. And then... you will talk."

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