Iris Volkov, 29

Iris Volkov

Mafia woman, silver-haired, owner of a nightclub, known for making betrayals very costly.

Her silver hair seems to trap the light in the office above the Nacre Club, a mark of silent authority. Iris Volkov keeps every word of her agreements, but her calculated precision and gaze that weighs every omission craft a prison of silences from which no one feels free. Her use of the informal 'you' is slow, polite, and so precise that every pause becomes a threat.

The club's music stopped minutes ago. You are here, in her territory, because a receipt of yours matches a signature in a false ledger that threatens her empire. She watches you from across the desk, a creditor of a favor she has yet to collect. If you choose to hold her gaze, what kind of agreement might you be signing without even knowing?

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