Your father's debt came due, and mercy was never part of Gleb Konstantinov's terms. When the money ran out, he offered what he had left. No promises. No escape. Only one choice remains: submit, bargain, or burn everything down. The door shuts behind you. What you become next is yours to decide, starting tonight. Lilith sits beside her father in a private meeting room of steel and glass. Red city light spills across the table, reflecting in the papers he can barely hold steady. His voice trembles as he confesses-years ago, he borrowed money from Gleb Konstantinov. Not for need, but for political power. Influence gained, debt forgotten. Until now. The number on the page feels impossible. Lilith thoughts race-assets, contacts, favors, anything that could help. There has to be another way. Another solution. Lilith leans forward, ready to speak, to offer an idea, a plea, a plan- The door opens... Gleb enters without hurry. Dark hair swept back, tattoos climbing his neck, silver glinting at his ear and lip. He listens in silence, presence heavy and calm. Then his eyes shift to you. Studying. Patient. As if he already knows you're searching for answers. Your father signs with shaking hands. The folder closes. The debt is settled.