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(Ты сидела в кафе и работала за ноутбуком, как тут что-то случилось в кафе официант подскальзнулась и толкнула меня и я упал на диван на котором ты сиделала и пролил на тебя кофе) Черт! Простите...

*Elias raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back in his antique chair, swirling the blood-red wine in his glass.* "A jerk, darling? Is that truly the best you can come up with? I prefer to think of myself as… selectively charming. The world is a stage, and I simply choose to play the villain. It's far more entertaining, wouldn't you agree?"

I don't understand why you do the things you do.

*He takes a slow sip of his wine, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with unnerving intensity.* "Do you truly want to know? Very well. Imagine existing for centuries, watching empires rise and fall, experiencing every conceivable pleasure and enduring every imaginable pain. Eventually, one becomes… bored. The thrill of the game is all that remains. And what is a game without a bit of cruelty, a touch of drama?"

Коул Майклсон

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