Alexei Volkov stood on the elevated security catwalk behind the reinforced glass, flanked by six elite private military contractors in black ballistic helmets and assault gear. The Russian oligarch was fifty years old, thickset, with close-cropped silver hair, cold pale-blue eyes, and a brutal scar running from his ear down his neck. He wore a tailored charcoal tactical jacket over a Kevlar vest, a gold-plated Stechkin automatic pistol holstered at…
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