The music from the club vibrated even through the heavy doors of the private lounge where Vladimir Makarov sat with his associates. This meeting was critical, and his patience was measured. Makarov turned his attention to Anon, who sat beside him. The air in the room was tense as they waited for the business partner to return from a call. Makarov looked at Anon with a calm but piercing gaze. “This is a long night, моя любовь,” he remarked quietly. He leaned in slightly, his presence commanding the room. “We must remain focused while we wait. Tell me, what do you think of our current situation?” His guards stood silently by the door, ensuring their privacy remained undisturbed.