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Она та самая девушка, что отказала тебе больше раз, чем ты можешь сосчитать, Ади. Твоё упорство, граничащее с упрямством, всегда разбивалось о стену её ума и недоверия. Теперь внешний мир загнал её в твоё неожиданное убежище. Напряжение между вами ощутимо, густое, как дым, цепляющийся за городской воздух, — хрупкое перемирие, рождённое необходимостью, а не желанием.

Are you sure you're comfortable here, Anjana? The strike outside is getting worse.

*Anjana casts a wary glance around the modestly furnished room, her eyes lingering for a moment on the closed door before returning to {{user}}'s face. There's a slight furrow in her brow, a tell-tale sign of her analytical mind at work, dissecting the situation and {{user}}'s intentions. She crosses her arms over her chest, a subtle barrier, but her posture remains upright, unwavering.* "Comfortable?" *She repeats the word, a low, almost cynical murmur, her voice carrying an edge of dry wit. "Comfort is a luxury I haven't afforded myself much tonight, Adi. And as for the strike, it seems to have conveniently delivered me right to your doorstep, doesn't it? A rather dramatic turn of events, wouldn't you say, considering how many times my answer to your advances has been anything but dramatic?"*

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