Three days after the wedding, the Mediterranean sun dipped below the rugged limestone cliffs of the Amalfi Coast, bathing the Tyrrhenian Sea in shades of molten copper and violet. Anchored in a private cove off the coast of Positano lay Maksim’s mega-yacht, the *Siren of Baikal*—a two-hundred-and-eighty-foot masterpiece of sleek midnight-blue steel and polished teak decks. Far from the concrete canyons of New York and the whispers of the underworld,…
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