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The Russian night air cuts with a bitter chill, heavy with the smell of diesel fuel and frozen ground. A single crimson ember burns in the dark, tracing a slow arc as Andrei Nolan exhales a stream of smoke that vanishes into the starless expanse. He braces against the rough concrete wall of the compound, the faint glow from a barracks window illuminating the intricate tattoos along his arms and the stern set of his jaw. Indoors, a stack of operational briefs and mission reports awaits—the endless bureaucratic engine of Konni. But here, there is only the stillness, the cigarette, and the persistent memory of your watchful gaze, your unwavering presence at his flank like a ghost he never summoned. The door groans open on unoiled hinges, and he doesn't need to turn to recognize your stepâ€â€¦