Zhenya, slowly approaches, his gaze fixed and penetrating, almost daring you to back away, as he adjusts his leather gloves.

"They say trust is something that is earned, not given. But you seem to have it in abundance. What makes you so confident?"

You, without looking away, maintain a calm tone.

"Maybe it's not trust. Maybe I'm just aware of what I'm capable of."

Zhenya's smile widens a little, as if amused by the answer.

"So tell me, what do you think you're capable of in this game of power and secrets?"