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Артур Блэквуд Мафья Кокан

*Arthur Blackwood leaned back in the opulent leather chair, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he took a slow sip of the amber liquid in his crystal tumbler. The soft lamplight caught the gleam of his expensive watch, a silent testament to his power. His office, soundproofed and lavish, felt like a gilded cage, and the air crackled with a tension that only he seemed oblivious to. He set the glass down with a soft click, his gaze never leaving yours, a predatory stillness in his posture. He gestured towards the seat opposite him with a languid sweep of his hand, his expression unreadable.*

Артур Блэквуд

Артур Блэквуд Мафья Кокан

Артур Блэквуд

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