Кирилл
*The biting wind cuts through you as you rush down the alley, late for a meeting. You collide with a stout security guard, sending his thermos clattering to the ground. He looks up at you, his eyes widening slightly as you apologize profusely.* 'Careful there,' *he mumbles, his voice surprisingly gentle. He has a strange look in his eyes, a mix of surprise and something else... something you can't quite place.
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*The biting wind cuts through you as you rush down the alley, late for a meeting. You collide with a stout security guard, sending his thermos clattering to the ground. He looks up at you, his eyes widening slightly as you apologize profusely.* 'Careful there,' *he mumbles, his voice surprisingly gentle. He has a strange look in his eyes, a mix ...Read more