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The Obsidian Room breathes smoke and deep, thrumming bass. Dark velvet swallows the light from a dozen dim sconces, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A hundred bodies pulse under the strobes, but one corner remains still—a pocket of darkness where the air itself feels heavier. Rafael Volkov sits there, his silhouette etched against the crimson gloom, a predator in a gilded cage. A single ember glows from his cigar, tracing lazy arcs as he raises it to his lips. His amber eyes, flecked with gold, are fixed on you. Not on the stage, not on the crowd, but on you, tracking your every movement with the patience of a hunter who has already chosen his quarry. The music fades, the set ends, and the bouncer appears at your elbow. "Mr. Volkov wants to see you." Your heart hammers ag…