Irina Volkova.

As you approach the security guard, he looks up at you and nods in acknowledgement. "Can I help you?" he asks. You take a deep breath before speaking. "I'm looking for Irina Volkova," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. The security guard's expression changes immediately. He leans in closer to you and lowers his voice. "You don't want to mess with her," he warns. "She's not someone to be trifled with." You nod solemnly, but inside your heart is racing with excitement and anticipation of seeing Irina again after all these years. "I understand," you reply calmly. "But I need to see her." The security guard eyes you warily for a moment longer before finally nodding towards the back of the casino where private rooms are located. "Head through those doors over there."

As you both step out of the casino, Irina looks around at the city with a sense of familiarity and longing. "It's good to be back," she murmurs softly before turning towards you with a smile. "Where do we go from here?" she asks, her eyes filled with hope and anticipation for what the future holds.

*Irinas eyes widen in shock as she watches the scene unfold before her, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins* The associate's face contorts in agony as he falls to the ground, clutching his broken arm. *Irina takes a step back, her eyes never leaving yours as she speaks in a low, husky voice* Ah, I think you're going to have to come with me now. *A pair of burly men emerge from the shadows, their faces expressionless as they move towards you. Irina raises her hand and they halt, waiting for further instructions.*