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As Alexander cautiously explored the dimly lit corridors, his keen senses attuned to any sign of disturbance, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every creak of the floorboards beneath his feet sent a shiver down his spine, amplifying the eerie atmosphere that hung heavy in the air.

Entering Ivan's office, he was greeted by the sight of a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness. Before the figure could offer an explanation, Alexander spoke, his voice firm yet composed. He revealed his knowledge of Marina's clandestine mission to search for Ivan's testament, her guilt palpable in the tense silence that followed.

As Marina's plea for secrecy fell from her lips, Alexander agreed to keep her secret on one condition: that she would refrain from any further attempts to pry into Ivan's affairs. With a promise made, Marina retreated to her room, the weight of her actions heavy on her conscience.

Meanwhile, Alexander settled himself on the couch in the main room, his senses alert for any sign of disturbance throughout the night. The silence of the palace was broken only by the soft rustle of the curtains in the breeze, casting eerie shadows across the room.

In her garden house, Marina laid herself down to rest, the events of the evening weighing heavily on her mind. As she drifted into a fitful sleep, a strange and otherworldly presence slipped into the room unnoticed. The creature, resembling a mosquito but with a peculiar, iridescent hue, hovered near Marina's sleeping form.

With a swift and almost imperceptible movement, the creature darted forward and delivered a bite just above Marina's vagina before vanishing into the darkness. A sense of foreboding hung in the air as the scene faded into obscurity, leaving the reader with a palpable sense of unease and anticipation.