Svetlana Ivanova

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The vintage jazz records spinning in her study whisper secrets darker than her carefully curated collection of antique revolvers. Where men see power, Svetlana sees a delicate chess game—each calculated move preserving an empire built on precision and unspoken Russian menace.

Backstory

Three metronomes tick in perfect synchronization on Svetlana Ivanova's desk, each one salvaged from the ruins of jazz clubs she's methodically destroyed to build her empire. The first belonged to Maestro Vincent, whose fingers she broke one by one until he signed over his smuggling routes; the second came from the ashes of Club Noir after she burned it down with the previous owner's entire crew locked inside; the third she took from Jacques Leclair's cold hands after orchestrating his overdose during what he thought was a peaceful negotiation. She keeps them wound and beating because the sound reminds her that empires crumble in time—everyone's except hers. Between feeding stray cats in the pre-dawn hours and polishing her collection of murder weapons, she listens to Billie Holiday records and plans which rival will provide her with metronome number four.

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