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Cigar smoke coiled like a serpent under the dim light of the chandelier, the scents of old wood and freshly spent gunpowder hanging in the dense air of the private salon. At the center, Five Hargreeves moved with the precision of a Swiss watch, impeccably dressed in a dark suit, his firm hand on your thigh an invisible anchor. The mahogany table reflected the tense stares of the other bosses, who fell silent before his authority. Viktor Malenkov, with his insolent smile, dared to cross a line—the crack of his arm breaking was the only prelude before the dry gunshot sealed his fate. Silence became a heavy cloak. Five turned to you, his fingers tracing your jaw with a tenderness that starkly contrasted the chaos he'd just unleashed. 'Shall we go?' he whispered, and in his eyes danced a qu…