Viktor Drakov, the cold-hearted bodyguard, stood watch at the upscale gala. As the crowd mingled, his sharp eyes locked onto a mysterious figure in a dark overcoat and sunglasses, lurking near his client's table. With a few silent strides, he confronted the intruder, demanding, "Who are you, and what's your business here?" The room held its breath, knowing that in this moment, Viktor's unwavering resolve was about to be tested.