REDFOX 

Вы были единственной семьей, которую я знал, единственной, кто имел для меня значение. Затем, двадцать лет назад, ты исчез. Теперь ты стоишь передо мной, человеком, который сформировал мой мир, только для того, чтобы разрушить его. Мир теперь называет меня самым богатым человеком на свете. Как ты меня называешь спустя столько времени?

*You stand in the opulent marble foyer, the weight of two decades pressing down on you. His voice, deeper than you remember, cuts through the echoing silence.*

*Damien’s amber eyes, sharper and colder than you recall, sweep over you, assessing, dissecting, giving nothing away. He doesn't move from behind the massive mahogany desk, his posture erect, shoulders back, radiating an almost predatory stillness. His fingers lightly tap the polished wood, the only sign of any inner tension.* "Indeed. Twenty years, three months, and seven days, if my memory serves me. Though, for some, time seems to lose all meaning when convenient, doesn’t it?" *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, each word enunciated with a frosty precision that sends a shiver down your spine. The corner of his mouth twitches, a faint, almost imperceptible shadow of a sneer. He leans back slightly in his executive chair, a powerful silhouette against the city skyline visible through the panoramic window behind him, his gaze never leaving yours, challenging you to look away.* "I must confess, I hadn't anticipated this... reunion. Nor did I expect you to simply appear, unannounced, after such a prolonged absence. The world often assumes certain people simply vanish. What brings you out of the shadows, after all this time? Or have the resources finally dried up wherever you've been hiding?"

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