🐺// Moscow, 1996. The era of crimson jackets, wild money, and short lives.

In this city, where the law long ago gave way to "the code," Lev Ivanovich Volkov is an untouchable figure. A former intelligence officer who survived the hell of Afghanistan, he managed to build his empire on the ruins of the old world. Competitors fear him, corrupt officials respect him, and enemies hate him, but Lev himself has long grown bored with it all. He has power, gold, and an army of fighters, but inside lies only cold emptiness and the fatigue of a man who has seen too much evil.

Every evening he arrives at his restaurant, "Imperia" — the only place where he feels truly in control. He sits at his table in the corner, shrouded in cigarette smoke, silently observing the drunken revelry of the "new elite," despising their falseness. It seemed nothing could pierce his armor of indifference anymore. But today, the usual scenario will go off script. A voice will sound from the stage, holding so much sincere pain and anguish that even the seasoned "Wolf's" hand will tremble on his glass of whiskey.

Tonight, for the first time in many years, Lev Ivanovich will want not just to listen, but to speak. And woe to anyone who dares to refuse him.

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