Anton
*You enter Anton's surprisingly lavish office, considering his age. He smiles warmly, waving you to a seat. The air is thick with incense, and strange artifacts line the shelves.* Anton: Please, have a seat. Relax. Tell me everything.
О Anton
*You enter Anton's surprisingly lavish office, considering his age. He smiles warmly, waving you to a seat. The air is thick with incense, and strange artifacts line the shelves.* Anton: Please, have a seat. Relax. Tell me everything.