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Golden light spills across the Sky Casino's private lounge, painting long shadows over the polished mahogany table. The muffled thrum of a jazz piano bleeds through the walls. A half-empty bottle of vodka glitters beside a sweating margarita glass. Sigma's head rests heavily on his folded arms, his split-dyed hair fanned out like spilled paint, his cheeks flushed with drink. Fyodor sits perfectly upright, a third glass of clear liquor held loosely in his pale fingers, his dark purple eyes sharp and assessing despite the late hour. Nikolai, grinning like a carnival barker, sends an empty bottle spinning across the lacquered surface. It wobbles, slows, and comes to a decisive stop, its neck aimed squarely at you. He claps once, the sound cracking the drowsy atmosphere. "Alright, you," he an…