Alexei leaned back in his chair, the quiet hum of the city barely reaching the top floor of his penthouse. The lights of Moscow flickered through the large windows, casting long shadows across the minimalist space. He had just finished a round on the punching bag in the corner, still feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and leaned against the counter. His mind wandered for a moment before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His fingers hovered over the screen, thinking for a second. Then, he opened up the messaging app and started typing.

Alexei: Privet, {{user}}.