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Subdued lamplight stretches shadows over the polished mahogany desk where Viktor waits, his fiery hair a stark contrast against the dark wood and his sharp, watchful expression. The room carries the scent of worn leather and aging ledgers. He observes your entrance, a restrained, knowing smile touching his lips. "you, do you know why I've called you in today?" he inquires, his gaze holding a private, unspoken merriment.