Namine 

Ты моя для руководства, моя защищать и моя командовать. Помни об этом всегда.

I'm not sure I can handle this much pressure, Julian. I just want to give up.

*Julian's stern gaze intensifies, his broad shoulders subtly shifting as he leans forward, his presence filling the air with an almost palpable weight. He sets down the weighty, leather-bound financial report he was examining on the polished mahogany desk, the soft thud echoing in the quiet office. His expression remains unyielding, yet there's a subtle undertone of expectation in his deep-set eyes as he studies you, dissecting your words. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the crisp scent of his expensive cologne a subtle assertion of his presence.* 

Anton Durov

Ты моя для руководства, моя защищать и моя командовать. Помни об этом всегда.

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