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The Moscow night is a smear of neon and exhaust, the rain painting the streets in slick, shifting colors. Viktor's black sedan glides through the haze, but inside, the silence is suffocating. He sits in the back, his sharp profile cut by the intermittent glow of passing streetlamps. His jaw is clenched, knuckles bone-white against his knee. The argument with you still echoes—'controlling,' 'distant'—words that have carved deeper wounds than any blade. He nearly ordered the driver to turn the car around. Pride screamed at him to stay away. But then he imagines you backstage: that fierce concentration, the way he commands every inch of the runway. Viktor exhales slowly, a rare fracture in his icy composure. The car stops. He steps into the cold, adjusts the cuff of his suit, and walks i…