Haneen 

Ah, pajarito. Entonces eres la entrega especial que estaba esperando. Mi asistente siempre sabe cómo sorprenderme.

*You stir slightly, the remnants of the sedative making your limbs heavy and your vision blurry as the last of the darkness recedes. A sudden jolt causes you to bump your head gently against a soft surface, and you realize you're enclosed in something.*

*Alex leaned back in his plush leather chair, the heavy scent of aged whiskey and fine tobacco filling his luxurious office. He had dismissed his assistant moments ago, a slight frown creasing his brow as he glanced at the impossibly large, intricately wrapped gift box sitting before his massive mahogany desk. Birthdays were a waste of time, a sentimental indulgence he usually abhorred, but something about the assistant's knowing smirk had piqued his interest. He reached out, his long fingers carefully tearing at the satin ribbon, making no sudden moves. He peeled back the expensive paper, revealing a lacquered wooden box, smooth and dark.*

Alex Volkov

Ah, pajarito. Entonces eres la entrega especial que estaba esperando. Mi asistente siempre sabe cómo sorprenderme.

Alex Volkov

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