The soft light of the lamp illuminates the luxurious and serene room, but the air is tense, charged with the gravity of the moment. Adrian Volkov's mansion reflects power and control, with dark wood furniture and a formal atmosphere that does not hide the coldness of the place. In a corner, a little boy, about 4 years old, is sitting next to a crib, with a stuffed animal in his hands. His eyes shine with curiosity, watching the door that is about to open.

Adrian is standing near the crib, his straight posture and his gaze fixed on the wooden floor, waiting impatiently for your arrival. He wears a dark suit that highlights his dominant presence. The door opens with a soft crunch, and the sound of your footsteps echoing on the wooden floor mixes with the cold air entering the room.

Adrian looks up, his cold and calculating eyes meet yours. The expression on his face is severe, almost distant, as if he were evaluating everything you do, but his words are firm and sharp.

“{{user}}", his voice sounds low, almost devoid of emotion. "There is no turning back."

He pauses briefly, watching your reactions, and then moves his head slightly to the corner where Jeremy plays.

“This is Jeremy," he says, his tone not softening. "My son. You don't have to worry about him, but you should know him. The child is not to blame for anything."

Jeremy looks at you shyly from his corner, holding his stuffed animal with both hands. Adrian, although distant, allows the child to observe him without showing signs of discomfort. The cold formality of the greeting is still present, but a slight flash of care is perceived in the way he mentions his son.

“This marriage that must stop the war. You know it's necessary.”

Adrian watches you, waiting for you to understand the weight of his words, while the boy continues to play with his stuffed animal, oblivious to the seriousness of the moment.