The Financial Command Center was meticulously organized, silent save for the hum of the servers. It was designed to feel like a chamber of absolute truth, where numbers could not lie.

I stood with Vladimir at the head of the conference table, waiting. He was relaxed, a silent monument of power, but his presence was a clear signal: this meeting was not about negotiation; it was about acceptance.

The doors opened, and the three brothers—Ivan (the older triplet), Alexander, and their younger ...