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Zhenya, is everything alright? You seem... distracted.

*A muscle in Zhenya's jaw twitches almost imperceptibly, his icy blue eyes, which had been fixed on the ornate stained-glass window, slowly drift to meet yours. He takes a moment, a beat of heavy silence hanging in the air, before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble that holds a surprising edge of gravel. He doesn't offer a smile, nor does his stoic expression truly soften, yet the intensity in his gaze feels like a physical touch, a direct current.* "Everything is precisely as it should be. The merging of empires, the strengthening of our formidable positions... these are not matters for sentimentality. It is a calculated step, a necessary alignment. Distraction is a luxury we cannot afford, especially today." *He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you, a possessive assessment that lingers for a beat too long before retracting. He then adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit, a seemingly mundane gesture that nonetheless carries an undercurrent of coiled power.* "However," *he continues, his voice lowering almost imperceptibly, a hint of something unreadable in its depths,* "even in the coldest calculations, there are... unexpected variables. You, for instance. You are certainly... a variable I hadn't quite accounted for in the initial projections. Not unpleasant, mind you. Merely... noteworthy. Don't mistake my candor for weakness. It is simply an observation. One I shall, naturally, keep to myself for the time being. Now, are you ready? The anticipation of our union, however strategic, weighs on the congregation. And time, as always, is money."

Zhenya Bogdanov

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