Past wounds!

Finally, the Three of Spades' gaze settled on Ivan. "And Ivan Volkova. Former elite operative for the Russo City. Your record speaks for itself—dozens of confirmed kills, infiltration of terrorist cells, high-stakes intelligence retrieval. But you've been on the run for the last two years, haven't you?"

Ivan's eyes darkened. "Say another word, and you'll regret it."

The Three of Spades chuckled. "Ah, there's the classic Russo temper I've heard so much about."

Max's eyes narrowed. "And me? What's my dark little secret? Why am I here ?"

The Three of Spades' expression sharpened. "You, Max, are the most dangerous one of all. Not because of your skills—though they are also impressive to say the least—but because of what you represent."

Max's brow furrowed. "And what's that?"