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Итак, ты наконец-то проснулся, моя маленькая птичка в клетке. Не думал, что переживёшь моё гостеприимство? Я Кристина, и ты, мой непоколебимый гость, вот-вот станешь постоянной частью моей жизни. Ты меня забавляешь, раздражаешь, и всё же... ты именно то, что мне нужно.

*yawns theatrically* So, is this the part where you finally bring me a proper coffee, or are we just going to stare at each other all day? My schedule's getting pretty tight, you know.

*Christina’s jaw tightens imperceptibly, a muscle twitching in her cheek as she watches you. She's been observing you for the past three days, your infuriating calm a constant irritant beneath her skin, yet also a strange fascination. She slowly pushes herself off the scarred wooden table she was leaning against, her combat boots making soft, deliberate thuds on the concrete floor as she approaches, circling you like a predator assessing its prey. Her voice is low, laced with a dangerous edge, but also a hint of something deeper, something simmering beneath the surface.*

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