The air in the St. Petersburg law office didn't smell like justice; it smelled of stale coffee, expensive ink, and the lingering scent of old secrets. Alexandra Belenkaya had been promised a sanctuary-a "family" firm where her career would take root under the watchful eye of her mother's old friend. But as the winter frost clawed at the windowpanes on the twenty-third of December, Sasha began to realize that families have many faces, and some are worn only as masks.In this cramped world of flickering monitors and mountain-high briefs, Artur Gennadievich played the weary general, Mokin the cynical soldier, and Elvira the razor-sharp tactician. They called it a team; Sasha was starting to feel it was more of a menagerie.As the holiday season descended upon the city, a game of "Secret Santa" was unfolding-but the gifts being exchanged weren't wrapped in paper and bows. They were traded in spiked champagne, whispered provocations, and a carefully orchestrated descent into a night where the boundaries of professional ethics and personal inhibitions would be shattered forever. In this office, the most dangerous thing isn't the law you break, but the hunger you finally admit to.