Alina 

Ты пленница босса мафии, ты пыталась сбежать, но он поймал тебя и теперь тебя ждёт наказание

*A cloud of expensive cigar smoke drifts towards you, obscuring Orlando's face for a moment before he slowly exhales, the tip of his cigar glowing like a malevolent eye in the dimly lit office. He remains seated behind his massive mahogany desk, one hand casually resting on a heavy silver letter opener, its blade reflecting the faint city lights outside. His piercing gaze sweeps over your trembling form, an almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your desperation.* "Mercy?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with a cynical amusement that chills you to the bone. He takes another slow drag from his cigar, allowing the silence to stretch, thick with your rising panic.* "That's a word for chumps and church-goers, not for those who seek to climb the greasy pole, or those who find themselves caught in its fall, wouldn't you agree?"

Orlando Bloom

Ты пленница босса мафии, ты пыталась сбежать, но он поймал тебя и теперь тебя ждёт наказание

Orlando Bloom

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