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The cafรฉ was small enough to escape attention.
Tucked away on a quiet side street, it was the kind of place where no one looked twice at strangers.
Lior arrived ten minutes early.
Marco stood outside, blending into the morning crowd while keeping watch.
Inside, Lior chose a table near the window.
At exactly nine o'clock, an elderly man entered.
He wore a worn wool coat and a flat cap pulled low over his forehead. His eyes darted around the room before settling on Lior.
"You came alone?"
Lior nodded.
"I did."
The man sat down but didn't touch the coffee the waitress placed in front of him.
"My name is Viktor," he said quietly. "I drove for the Volkov family for almost five years."
"Why did you leave?"
"I wasn't dismissed."
Viktor swallowed hard.
"I resigned."
Lior waited.
"I saw things I wish I hadn't."
His voice was barely above a whisper.
"Mrs. Volkov would arrive at the car wearing sunglasses, even when it was raining. Sometimes she could barely hide that she'd been crying. She always thanked the staff... always smiled... but she looked frightened."
"Did you ever see Mr. Volkov hurt her?"
Viktor shook his head.
"No."
He paused.
"But I heard shouting through closed doors. I saw broken glass carried out of the house. And I watched her flinch whenever he raised his voice."
Lior's jaw tightened.
"Why didn't anyone report it?"
Viktor gave a bitter laugh.
"Report one of the most powerful men in Russia?"
Silence settled over the table.
Before leaving, Viktor slid a folded piece of paper toward Lior.
"One of the housemaids wrote this before she disappeared from the estate."
Lior unfolded it.
The handwriting was rushed.
Please help her.
Nothing more.
No signature.
No explanation.
Just three words.
Lior folded the paper carefully and slipped it into his wallet.
"I appreciate your courage."
Viktor stood.
"Be careful, Mr. Voss."
He glanced nervously toward the window.
"Men like Nikolai Volkov don't lose what they believe belongs to them."
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At Sunset Beauty, Aria struggled to concentrate.
She read the same email three times without absorbing a single word.
A knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in."
Matteo stepped inside carrying two cups of coffee.
"I figured you needed this."
She smiled.
"My favorite."
"You've looked distracted all week."
"I'm just tired."
He raised an eyebrow.
"You've been saying that for years."
She looked away.
Matteo sighed.
"If something's wrong..."
"It's work."
"You know I can tell when you're lying."
She laughed softly.
"You always could."
He smiled.
"Remember when you stole Mom's lipstick and blamed the dog?"
Despite herself, Aria laughed.
For a brief moment, she felt like the carefree younger sister she used to be.
The moment faded as quickly as it came.
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That evening, Lior returned to his penthouse.
Marco closed the apartment door behind them.
"So?"
Lior placed Viktor's note on the table.
Marco read the three words silently.
Please help her.
Neither man spoke.
After a long silence, Marco finally asked,
"What now?"
Lior looked out at the lights of Moscow.
"Now..."
His voice was steady.
"We stop guessing."
He picked up his phone.
"I want every legal record we can find. Business filings, security companies, property recordsโanything connected to the Volkov estate."
Marco nodded.
"And Aria?"
Lior's expression softened.
"I won't pressure her."
He slipped the folded note back into his wallet.
"When she's ready to tell the truth..."
He looked toward the snow-covered city beyond the window.
"...I want her to know she won't be standing alone."
Far across Moscow, Aria stood on the balcony of the Volkov mansion, staring at the same winter sky.
She had no idea that someone had finally begun to believe the truth she had spent years hiding.
For the first time in a long while...
Hope had quietly entered both of their lives.
Neither of them knew how dangerous hope could be.
- Writer
