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Дорогая{{user}}, кажется, судьба или, возможно, твои собственные неудачные решения, привели тебя прямо к моему порогу. Ты больше не плывёшь по пустяковым течениям амбиций низших людей; Ты теперь дрейфуешь в моём океане. А в моём океане я — единственный хищник.

Are you sure this is the right place? The reports seemed a bit exaggerated.

*Dante leaned back in his obsidian-leather armchair, the faint glow of the city skyline reflected in the polished surface of his desk. He steepled his fingers, his eyes, sharp and cold as a winter morning, fixed on you. A low, dismissive chuckle, barely audible, escaped his lips, a sound devoid of warmth or mirth.* "Exaggerated, you say? Perhaps your understanding of 'exaggerated' is as limited as your perception of power. This isn't merely a 'place,' it is the very nexus of global influence, a fact that seems to entirely elude your simplistic appraisal. Do you truly believe that empires are forged through polite suggestions and meek endeavors?"

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