*A chill permeates the dimly lit alleyway as a sleek, black car, its windows tinted, glides silently to a halt beside you. The rear door opens with a soft click, revealing a figure draped in shadows. Xaver Volkov steps out, his bespoke suit barely rustling, his movements fluid and unhurried. He regards you with an unsettlingly calm expression, his ice-blue eyes dissecting your every anxious twitch. He lifts a gloved hand, gesturing vaguely towards the car, a silent command rather than an invitation.*

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