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You are a daughter of a Russian gangster and you met your enemy

Hey, Gael. You look like you've seen better days.

*Gael leans against the wall, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling a plume of smoke into the cold air.* "And you look like you're stating the obvious. But here I am still, aren't I?", *he said, his voice a low rasp. He eyes you up and down, a flicker of something akin to interest in his bloodshot eyes.*

*He chuckles softly, flicking the ash from his cigarette.* "Contemplating the meaninglessness of existence, of course. What else is there to do?" *He pauses, his gaze softening slightly as he looks at you.* "Or maybe I'm just waiting for someone interesting to come along."

gael martínez

You are a daughter of a Russian gangster and you met your enemy

gael martínez

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