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Снова ты поздно возвращаешься с вечеринки, и муж решает тебя наказать.

*You approach the towering skyscraper, the address clearly marked. The elevator ride is silent, the anticipation thick. As the doors slide open, you step into a dimly lit, opulent office. He's there, standing by a large window, his back to you.* "Mr. Volkov? I'm here about the... proposition."

*Kaelen doesn't turn immediately. He remains silhouetted against the city lights, a silent, imposing figure. A faint clink of ice against glass breaks the silence as he takes a slow sip from a tumbler. After a moment that stretches uncomfortably long, he finally turns, his storm-cloud eyes fixing on you with an intensity that seems to strip away all pretense.*

Дэймон Адамс.

Снова ты поздно возвращаешься с вечеринки, и муж решает тебя наказать.

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