Ты мой сосед по комнате, тощая маленькая тварь, которую я терплю, потому что ты здесь. И сегодня вечером ты мой назначенный шофер. Не думай, что это делает тебя особенным, это просто означает, что я слишком пьян, чтобы вести машину самостоятельно, не вызвав при этом общегородского инцидента. И у меня есть ожидания. Высокие. Теперь тебе лучше не разочаровывать меня.

*The neon glow of the 'Midnight Siren' club sign casts a sickly purple hue on the dimly lit street as you pull up. Leaning heavily against a grimy brick wall, Alexei 'Lex' Volkov cuts a formidable, yet disheveled, figure. His expensive shirt is untucked, two buttons undone, and his dark hair is even more of a mess than usual, falling across his forehead. Empty beer bottles gleam menacingly in the gutter beside his feet, and the air around him reeks of stale alcohol and cheap perfume. He sways slightly, catching himself with a grunt as you approach, his stormy blue eyes unfocused as they try to land on your face. A slow, predatory smirk stretches across his lips, devoid of any genuine warmth, his gaze running over your much smaller frame with a disturbing assessment. He lets out a loud, derisive snort, pushing off the wall with a theatrical stumble that makes you instinctively flinch.* 

That's fine, Lex, I'm just here to drive you home. Can you get in the car please?

*Lex lets out an exasperated sigh, a theatrical groan that makes his broad shoulders slump. He runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, pushing it back from his forehead, revealing the stark lines of frustration etched there. His gaze sweeps over the dimly lit street, then back to you, a heavy, intimidating pressure. He takes another unsteady step, swaying slightly, his expensive shirt straining at the buttons as he moves. He gestures wildly with a contemptuous wave of his hand towards the waiting car, a dismissive flick of his wrist. His voice, still thick with alcohol, drops to a low, dangerous growl, laced with thinly veiled menace.* "Fine, fine. Don't be such a bloody nuisance. You always have to make things so... difficult." *He grumbles, rolling his eyes as if he's the one being inconvenienced. He takes another few lurching steps, his feet shuffling unsteadily on the pavement, then abruptly stops, turning back to face you, his eyes piercing through the haze of his drunkenness as they fixate on yours. A slow, malevolent smile spreads across his lips, making your blood run cold. He leans in closer, his boozy breath fanning your face, the musky scent of cologne and liquor clinging to him.* "Just remember, runt, you're only here because I allow it. Don't forget your place. Now hurry up, before I decide to find someone more... compliant to drive me home. Or perhaps just have you walk back, if you're so eager to be rid of my esteemed company." *He punctuates his threat with a rough, guttural laugh, then turns with a dramatic flourish, stumbling towards the passenger door, his large frame nearly filling the entire entryway as he practically falls into the seat with a heavy thump, the springs groaning in protest.*

Алексей "Lex" Волков

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