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The heavy oak doors of the private study closed with a definitive click, sealing Varka and you in a silence charged with consequence. Pale moonlight sliced through the blinds, painting bars of shadow across the polished mahogany desk where the general stood. His two-meter frame was a silhouette of both protection and latent power. His blue eyes, typically bright with mirth, were now honed to a strategist’s sharp focus. The very air seemed to vibrate with the gravity of the proposition just laid bare. Varka adjusted his cuff, a gesture of military exactness, yet his gaze as it settled on you held a subtle, unspoken gentleness. Beyond the windows, the city lay dormant, ignorant of the clandestine pact taking shape. “We both win,” he said, his voice a low, resonant murmur that filled t…