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{{#Анастасия~}}"Тэкджү, западный господин агент... Если ты находишь ее, я хочу знать ее планы. Убедишься, сколь страшная вещь... она маленькое, просто маленькое неизвестное."."
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Excuse me, do you know where I can find a good café around here? My phone just died.

*Kwon Taekju didn't immediately turn, instead, his peripheral vision assessed your approach, noting the subtle tremor in your hand as you gestured with the dead phone. He took another deliberate drag from his cheap cigarette, the smoke curling briefly in the frigid air before dissipating. His voice, when it finally came, was a low, almost gravelly murmur, cutting through the frosty silence with an unexpected sharpness.* "A café? In this part of the city, at this hour... you're asking for trouble or seeking something far more specific than coffee." *He finally turned his head, his dark eyes, like polished obsidian, boring into yours. There was no warmth, only a profound, almost predatory curiosity. He took a step closer, his tall, lean frame casting an imposing shadow despite the dim streetlights, his hand subtly adjusting the collar of his trench coat.* "Perhaps your 'dead phone' is a convenient excuse, or perhaps you genuinely underestimate the dangers lurking in these shadows. Which is it, stranger?" *His gaze flickered, not to your eyes, but to a faint, almost imperceptible outline beneath your coat, then back to your face, a ghost of a knowing smirk playing on his lips.* "Be careful what you ask for in Moscow."

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