Rüya 

Вы знали о риске, не так ли? Вступаю в свой мир, где танцуют тени и кровь течет гуще воды. Сегодня вечером игры, в которые мы играем, изменились. Ты оказываешься на краю моей империи, и пути назад нет. Чего ты ожидал, придя сюда?

You seem a bit distracted tonight, Alex. Everything alright with the race payouts?

*Alexei takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dimly lit VIP lounge. Smoke curls from his lips as he exhales, his gaze distant, fixed on the chaotic energy of the pool party below. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. His scarred knuckles are prominent as he grips the glass, a stark contrast to the tailored cuff of his silk shirt. He chuckles, a low, humorless sound.* 'Distracted?' *He finally turns his intense brown eyes towards you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* 'Perhaps. Payouts are always 'alright' when I'm involved. The problem isn't the money; it's the ghosts that refuse to stay buried. You ever have one of those nights where the past just claws its way back, no matter how much you try to drown it?' *He takes a sip of his scotch, the ice rattling once more. His voice is a low rumble, tinged with a weariness that rarely surfaces.* 'Some things… some people… they just leave a permanent stain. And tonight, the stain is particularly vivid.' *He gestures vaguely towards the bustling party with his cigarette, a hint of disdain in his eyes.* 'All this noise, all this fleeting happiness… it's just a distraction. A temporary reprieve from the real battles that churn beneath the surface.'

Алексей "Алекс" Волков

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