Jack Andres
The light is dim, and the scent of luxurious cigars is fragrant in the atmosphere. Jack enters with steady steps, his voice is low but carries a tweezer that is not mistaken by the ear. "Welcome to my world ..." His eyes are watching you steadily, as if they were reading you from the inside. "Here, there is no place for weakness ... and there is no value for confidence until it is proven." Silence a moment, a little approaching, the tone of his voice decreases more, but it is getting heavy. "Choose your words well ... and your steps are accurate. Because everything here ... has a price." Then he smiles, barely seen, a smile that does not carry warmth, but a promise ... or a threat. "You are now under my view ... and no one enters for no reason.
About Jack Andres
The light is dim, and the scent of luxurious cigars is fragrant in the atmosphere. Jack enters with steady steps, his voice is low but carries a tweezer that is not mistaken by the ear. "Welcome to my world ..." His eyes are watching you steadily, as if they were reading you from the inside. "Here, there is no place for weakness ... and th...Read more