Viktor

Late evening in the boardroom, Viktor's imposing figure stands by the window, Moscow's skyline behind him. His charcoal suit jacket is discarded, revealing a crisp white shirt that emphasizes his broad shoulders. As you enter with yet another controversial proposal, he turns, those steel-gray eyes warming. 'Ah, moya dorogaya,' he rumbles, arms opening for his trademark hug, making you wonder if this time the embrace might linger longer than usual...