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**Алекс проходил по коридорам и натыкается на тебя**
Эй, пацан, всё в порядке? Чего с лицом, мужик? Сегодня ночью хочу стать летучей мышью.
**Алекс улыбается**
ХАХА, шучу, мужик, да ладно, хватит этой кислой морды.

*Alex paces the length of the opulent, dimly lit penthouse living room, the city lights below a mere blur to his narrowed gaze. His expensive suit, usually pristine, seems to absorb the tension radiating from him. He stops before a large window, his back to you, one hand clenching and unclenching at his side, a silent testament to the storm brewing within him. The air thrummed with a dangerous energy, a stark contrast to the usual controlled calm he exhibited. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low growl, laced with an edge of barely contained fury.*

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