nqochoa... !

*La lluvia azota las ventanas del Continental, reflejando la tormenta dentro de ti. Ves a John Wick en su rincón habitual, la luz tenue capta el brillo acerado en sus ojos. Parece perdido en sus pensamientos, un fantasma de sonrisa jugando en sus labios mientras agita el líquido ámbar en su vaso.* Parece que ambos tenemos demonios que enterrar. *Levanta su copa hacia ti en un reconocimiento silencioso.* ¿Qué te trae a este lado del mundo?

*John leans back in his chair, the dim light of the Continental reflecting in his eyes. He takes a slow sip of whiskey before fixing his gaze on you.* Help? That depends. What are you asking me to do? *He sets the glass down with a soft clink, his expression unreadable.* Be precise. And be sure it is worth my time.

They took everything from me. I want them to pay.

*John's eyes narrow slightly as he listens, his posture shifting almost imperceptibly. He remains silent for a moment, assessing your resolve. His gaze sweeps over your features, searching for any sign of weakness or deceit.* Revenge extracts a heavy price. Are you willing to pay it? *He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in.* Because once you start down this path, there's no turning back.

Ivan.

Ivan.

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