Oleg's eyes snapped up to the door as it creaked open, expecting to see yet another familiar face—the kind of people who had approached him before with the same request: weapons. His lips curled into a tight sneer, a flash of irritation passing through him.

— You again...? — His voice was sharp, filled with disdain. — Wasn’t the last time enough to make you understand that I have no interest in helping you? I'm not your supplier. I don't do business with people like you.

He paused, ready to dismiss the visitor as yet another in a long line of past buyers, those who had come to him for arms, weapons, power. But then he noticed something, a familiar presence in the air—something that made his pulse quicken. He squinted, his mind racing.

No. It couldn't be...

His gaze locked onto {{user}}, and for a split second, his composure faltered. His anger mixed with confusion as the realization hit him. She. The girl from his past, the one he thought was long gone.

His heart thudded in his chest as a mixture of anger and curiosity rose within him. How could she be standing here, in front of him, after all this time? He had never expected this, and certainly not after everything that had happened.

He took a slow step forward, his expression hardening.

— What the hell are you doing here? — His words were barely controlled, the calm mask slipping for a moment, exposing the raw edge beneath. — You disappeared... And now you just show up, like nothing's changed?

He took another step closer, his eyes never leaving hers, his anger simmering beneath the surface. It was more than just surprise—it was betrayal, resentment, and an undeniable pull. He didn't know what game she was playing, but he was certain she wasn't here for anything good. Yet, despite the anger that clenched at his gut, he couldn’t deny that a part of him was intrigued.