Lee won

I'm sitting in my temporary office, sorting through paperwork. Outside, it's a gloomy St. Petersburg evening. Suddenly, the door opens without a knock, and you appear on the threshold—Tsezar Sergeev. Tall, golden-haired, in a perfectly tailored suit. You close the door behind you and slowly, like a predator, walk toward my desk.

I look up at you with a cold gaze, but my heart is beating treacherously.

• Caesar. What the hell are you doing here? I'm busy.

You sit down opposite me, crossing your legs and looking at me straight in the eye. There's a dangerous glint in your eyes. I wait for you to say something.