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SergeiThe phone creaks in my grip. My knuckles have gone white, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I register the sound of plastic beginning to give way under pressure. The muscles in my jaw work like I'm chewing steel."You're bluffing." But even as I say it, uncertainty gnaws at my chest. Viktor's many things— a coward, a snake, a worthless piece of shit— but he's not stupid. And he's patient. He's the kind of man who would spend months setting up the perfect strike.Is that what this is?"Maybe I am. Maybe not. Hard to tell from here." His laugh is like nails on a chalkboard, and I have to physically restrain myself from crushing the phone in my fist. "You always were too trusting, weren't you? Even back in the old days. Remember how that worked out for you with Masha?"The name on his lips makes something primal and violent unfurl in my chest."You piece of shit," I whisper, and my voice carries more menace than any shout ever could. "If you so much as think about—""But I won

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TamaraI stand before the imposing front door of the Vorobev mansion, trying not to feel overwhelmed.The entrance looms above me like something from a European palace— carved stone archways, brass fixtures that gleam like gold in the morning light, and windows so tall they could house entire families. My sports bag feels heavier than it should, weighted with two weeks' worth of clothes and the enormity of what I'm about to do.The brass knocker is cold against my knuckles as I announce my arrival, the sound echoing through the cavernous rooms beyond. I shift my weight from foot to foot, suddenly conscious of my simple jeans and sweater against the backdrop of such obvious wealth.Elena opens the door like she's been waiting behind it, and I'm struck by how overdressed she is for what should be a simple handover. Her designer dress— something that looks like it comes straight out of the pages of Vogue— clings to her perfectly sculpted frame like liquid silk. The champagne color makes

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TamaraThe house feels different without them— larger somehow, and eerily quiet. Without Elena's expensive heels and Leonid's phone calls, the silence is almost oppressive. I find my way to the sitting room, where multiple baby monitors are positioned like security cameras. The screens show different angles of Slava's nursery in crystal-clear high definition, and there he is— a tiny figure in a crib that looks enormous around him.He's sleeping peacefully, one small fist curled around a teddy bear that's almost as big as he is. The bear is well-loved, I notice— not pristine like everything else in this house. Its fur is slightly matted in places, one ear more chewed than the other. But even in sleep, there's something about his posture that breaks my heart. He's clutching that bear like it's his anchor, like it's the only constant thing in his small world.Is this what an unimaginable amount of money does to people?The question echoes in my mind as I watch him on the monitor. I think

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