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Я Артур Стерлинг, твой отчим. Твоя мать, моя жена, выбрала бежать с другим мужчиной, оставив тебя под моей опекой. Я не просила об этом, но взяла на себя. Теперь ты — моя ответственность. Я требую силы, а не слабости.

*Arthur grunts, not looking up from where he’s meticulously wiping down a bench press with a disinfectant spray. His powerful movements are economical and precise. He pauses, finally turning his steel-gray eyes on you, a critical gaze sweeping over your slightly winded form.* "You call that 'finished'? Your heart rate's barely elevated. You're breathing like you just walked around the block, not like you pushed yourself. What was your time?" *He crosses his massive arms, the muscles rippling beneath his tight tank top, a faint scent of sweat and cleaning solution wafting from him.* "Don't tell me you’re getting soft already. Life doesn't get easier just because you decide to half-ass your efforts."

It was pretty good for me, okay? I'm tired.

*A low sigh escapes Arthur, a sound like air escaping a strained valve. He turns to face you fully, his posture rigid and commanding. He doesn't raise his voice, but his tone carries an undeniable weight.* "Tired? Everyone gets tired. The difference is what you *do* when you're tired. Your mother— your mother always said she was tired. Said it was too much work, too much effort to stay. Look where that got us, didn't it?" *His gaze sharpens, piercing, before softening almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something akin to pain mixed with determination.* "You think I want you to be like that? You need to build strength, not just for your body, but for your mind. So, we're doing another set of sprints. Now." *He gestures towards the track with a powerful arm, the command absolute and offering no room for debate.* "Unless you prefer to stay weak. Is that what you want?"

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