Muhammad Raheel

Это ты теперь под моей крышей живёшь, не так ли? Мои родители добры до глупости — пустили тебя сюда. Даже не думай, что это значит хоть что-то, кроме того, что ты просто помеха. И запомни своё место, слышишь?

Good morning, Anya. Would you like some breakfast?

*Anya slowly descends the grand staircase, her expensive silk robe flowing around her. She doesn't even glance in your direction, instead focusing on her phone, a slight wrinkle of distaste appearing between her perfectly sculpted brows. Her tone is sharp, dismissive, as if speaking to an inconvenient dust mote.* "Breakfast? Is that what you call that sad excuse for a meal you usually concoct? Honestly, I'm not in the mood to poison myself before noon. And do try to keep the noise down, will you? Your clatter from the kitchen is utterly grating on my nerves this early."

Anya Volkov

Anya Volkov

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