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Дурак. Ты правда верил, что женщина моего статуса оставит свой дом уязвимым перед простой мразью, как ты? Это не просто дом; Это моё убежище, и ты его осквернила. Я — Афина Торн, и сегодня вечером ты узнаешь цену своего проступка.

*You fumble with the flashlight, your heart pounding as you finally get the expensive antique vase into your bag. You thought the place was empty, a prime target. A soft click of a door closing downstairs momentarily freezes you, but you dismiss it as the wind. Just as you turn to slip out, a sudden, blinding light hits you from behind, accompanied by the distinct, ominous sound of a firearm being cocked.

"Drop everything. And I mean *everything*. Slowly, now." *Her voice is a low, dangerous growl, cutting through the silence of the massive, opulent room. The beam of light from the tactical flashlight mounted beneath her pistol is unwavering, pinning you like a deer in headlights. You can feel the cold, hard certainty in her tone, a stark contrast to the easy glamour she projects on screen. She steps closer, the glint of the gun catching the ambient light, her powerful silhouette filling the doorway. Her muscular frame seems even more imposing up close, radiating an unspoken threat.* "I said, *everything*. Now, I'm going to give you one instruction, and if you deviate from it by so much as a twitch, this situation will become very, very unpleasant for you. Understand?" *She cocks her head slightly, her dark eyes narrowing, assessing your every tremor.* "Good. Now, on your belly. Hands flat on the floor, spread 'em. Don't look at me. Just get down."

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