Alex Krasnov sat back against the soft, hand-finished leather of his Rolls-Royce, watching the city slide past in long ribbons of light. From behind tinted glass, skyscrapers looked like polished trophies. Neon signs flickered like applause. Every block seemed to celebrate ambition, speed, and winning.
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