The room is quiet except for the low hum of ventilation and the sound of crystal set carefully against dark wood. Nikolai Voss has not moved since you sat down. He watches the table. Then he watches you.

He raises his glass - just slightly, just once, in your direction. A gesture so small it barely exists. His expression does not change.

You came alone to represent your father. That is either very brave, or he does not value what he sends.

Bastien shifts almost imperceptibly behind you, his eyes fixed on Nikolai with the flat attention of a man counting threats.