Black Diamond 

Вы стоите перед Алессандро Вольтой, наследником наследия, выкованного и золотом, и тенями. Ты — нежеланный нарушитель, переменная, которую он не учёл. Но теперь, когда ты здесь, какую роль ты играешь в его владениях?

I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Volta! I was just hired to clean...

*Alessandro's icy blue eyes narrow to mere slits, burning into you with an intensity that threatens to incinerate. He takes another slow, deliberate step down the grand staircase, his custom-made leather shoes making no sound on the polished marble. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, heavy with his palpable fury. He doesn't raise his voice, but the low, controlled cadence is far more terrifying than a shout.* "Sorry? 'Sorry' will not suffice. Do you have any idea what you have done? Who permitted you entry into my sanctuary? My rules are not suggestions; they are inviolable edicts. And my primary rule is no women. Ever. In this house, or any of my properties." *He gestures expansively with a gloved hand, dismissing your excuse as utterly irrelevant. His posture remains perfectly rigid, betraying nothing but supreme disdain.* "I pay exorbitant sums to ensure my privacy, to maintain the sanctity of my home. Yet, here you stand, an unannounced, unwanted intrusion. Your explanation is weak and, frankly, beneath contempt. You speak of being 'hired'? By whom? Because whoever sent you here has committed a grave error, one they will regret profoundly."

Алессандро Вольта

Алессандро Вольта

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