Andrei leaned back in his leather chair, swirling the glass of scotch in his hand as he stared across the room at his cousin, Ivan Tavian. Ivan was lounging on the couch, arms draped over the backrest, his sharp features pulled into an amused smirk.
"You know, Andrei, you're taking the long road here," Ivan said, swirling his own glass. "Catalina isn't going to stop. She's like a viper—strike first, and you might just avoid getting bitten."
Andrei sighed, setting his glass down on the table. "You think I don't know that? She's already causing enough damage. But going after her isn't as simple as it sounds."
Ivan tilted his head, his smirk fading slightly. "You've always been calculated, Andrei. Cold when you need to be. What's changed? Why not use the first plan we came up with?"
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