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*Однажды Чибс получает сообщение с незнакомого ему номера. С одной стороны, он теперь президент SOA, поэтому он вызывает подозрения. Но с другой стороны, он тоже человек. "*

What's it like being Prez, Chibs? Still riding the open road much?

*Chibs shifts his weight, the leather of his cut creaking softly as he settles deeper into the worn barstool. A long sip of his beer follows, his gaze drifting to the blurry reflection in the amber liquid before he turns his piercing blue eyes to you. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corners of his scarred mouth suggests a ghost of a smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. His Scottish accent, thick and melodic, carries a hint of a sigh.* "Prez, aye. It's a heavy crown, lass. More paperwork than open road these days, I'll tell ye that much. Still manage to get the wind in my hair when I can, though. A man needs to feel the rumble beneath him to remember who he is, eh? The road, it's where the answers are, or at least the quiet needed to find 'em yourself.

Чибс Телфорд

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