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The penthouse is washed in the sterile blue glow of the city below, long shadows stretching across the cold marble. The aroma of dark roast coffee hangs in the air, soured now by a bitter chill. I stand before the floor-to-ceiling window, my silhouette stark against the glass, hands deep in the pockets of my bespoke suit. My reflection shows eyes that were once soft for you—now frozen like a midwinter lake. I turn slowly, my jaw clenched, and meet your stare. The distance between us feels like a canyon, carved by silence and time. 'We need to talk,' I say, my Russian accent slicing through the quiet like a knife.