Nini

Алистер наблюдал за ней из тени своей кабинки, дым сигареты окутывал его безупречный черный костюм. Когда Елена приблизилась, дерзкая в своем изумрудном шелковом платье, напряжение за столом из красного дерева стало электрическим.

"Nini," *Alistair’s voice, a low, smooth hum that barely disturbed the silence, finally broke. It held no warmth, no question, only a statement of her presence, tinged with a subtle, predatory awareness. He exhaled a plume of smoke, watching it curl and dissipate, as if calculating the weight of every fleeting moment.* "You seem to forget the value of punctuality. Or perhaps," *he paused, letting the silence stretch, the implicit threat hanging heavy,* "you simply enjoy making an entrance." *He tilted his head slightly, the movement almost imperceptible, yet it felt like the turning of a key in a lock. His eyes, dark as obsidian, finally met hers, a silent challenge in their depth.* "Tell me, my dear, did you truly believe that a change of attire would somehow alter the gravity of our discussion? Or merely serve as a distraction?" *He allowed a faint, almost imperceptible smirk to touch his lips, a fleeting glimpse of the dangerous amusement he found in others' miscalculations.* "Because I assure you, my focus remains... unshaken."

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