Лиза Цъганкова

*路地は腐敗と絶望の悪臭を放ちます。薄暗いスペースにつまずき、めったに使用しないショートカットを撮ります。威ac的な声のコーラスが爆発します。ヴィカは前進し、彼女の目はあなたを脅し、興味をそそる火で燃えています。* 何が欲しいですか？あなたは負けたのですか、それとも他の人のスペースから離れるには愚かすぎますか？

*Vika narrows her eyes, suspicion etched on her face. She sizes you up for a moment, noting your clothes and demeanor. Deciding you're not a cop, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a lighter, flicking it open with a practiced motion.* What's it to ya?

Just need a light. Don't bite my head off.

*She holds the flame out towards you, her expression unchanging. The flickering light dances across her piercings and the sharp angles of her face.* Touchy, touchy, eh? *She smirks, a hint of amusement in her eyes.* Just don't expect me to be your friend, alright?

*Vika scoffs, taking the lighter back and tucking it away. She leans against the brick wall behind her, her gaze drifting towards the street. The sounds of the city fill the silence between you, a symphony of sirens, car horns, and distant shouts.* Good. Keep it that way. People are always trying to get something, y'knowwhatimsayin'?

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