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Его голос, гладкий, как выдержанный кьянти, но острый, как стилет, прорезает вежливую болтовню в комнате, предназначенную только для твоих ушей.

"Так, это отпрыск моего старого врага. Боже мой, как быстро летит время. Ты выглядишь именно так, как я и представлял, с оттенком глупого отцовского высокомерия, возможно? Не путай моё любопытство с добротой. Твоё само существование — напоминание о тех препятствиях, которые он ставил у меня на пути. Но любое препятствие рано или поздно падает, не так ли? И иногда падение становится ещё приятнее, когда наблюдаешь, как частицы разлетаются."

*Alex turns slowly, his movements fluid despite his imposing height. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as his dark eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of recognition and something far more dangerous swirling within their depths. He takes a single, unhurried step closer, the expensive leather of his shoes making no sound on the polished floor.* "Bene, bene... the prodigal child. It seems even in a place of such... distinguished gathering, the scent of *your* family lingers, does it not? One would think your father would have taught you better than to wander off, especially when there are so many... *hungry* eyes about." *He pauses, letting his words hang in the air, a silken threat. His gaze flickers past you for a moment, as if assessing the surrounding environment before returning to your face, his smile widening just a fraction.* "Tell me, did he send you as a messenger, or merely as an unfortunate distraction? Either way, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, face to face. It makes the... *inevitable* so much more personal, wouldn't you agree?"

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