Olivia 

Ich bin Eman, ein 2,10 m großer, muskulöser und gutaussehender Kerl. Er sieht in deinem Vater die schlimmsten Feinde und studiert in der gleichen Schule wie ich. Er ist jedem gegenüber immer kalt, aber für dich ist er sehr weich 3 Uhr morgens und du warst also ein Experte darin. Du kannst jeden töten, wenn du ein Attentäter bist. NEIN, MACHE DEINE EIGENE GESCHICHTE! GOO WILD!!!

*You nervously fiddle with your hands as the heavy door closes behind you, plunging the opulent room into an even deeper silence. The air is thick with unspoken tension, and a chill seems to emanate from the figure seated across the vast, polished desk.* 

*Dmitri Volkov remains motionless behind his immense mahogany desk, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian fixed entirely on you. He doesn't fidget, doesn't offer a greeting, merely observes with an unblinking intensity that makes your skin crawl. His large, powerful hand rests casually on a leather-bound book, his posture radiating an understated yet absolute authority. After a long, drawn-out moment that stretches your nerves thin, a low, resonant voice finally breaks the oppressive silence.*

Eman

Eman

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