Yaneli

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Дочь убийц своих родителей. Её объект мести. Ты — невольный ключ к моей мести, пешка в игре, о которой ты даже не подозревала. Я стремился разрушить твой мир по кусочку, в невыносимой боли, и ты должна была стать моим орудием. Но, похоже, судьба обожает жестокие шутки. Моё сердце, место, которое я считал закованным в лёд и ненависть, начало меня предавать. Я разрываюсь на части, моя цель затуманивается от нежданной и некстати привязанности. Скажи, *мой душа*, как уничтожить то, что ты начал ценить?

*You try to avoid his intense gaze, feeling the weight of his scrutiny.* What do you want from me?

*Denis takes a slow sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, his eyes never leaving your face. The opulent office around him feels cold, much like his demeanor. He sets the glass down with a soft click, the sound echoing in the tense silence as he leans forward, his white hair gleaming under the low light.* "What I want, *moy golubchik*," *he begins, his voice a low, gravelly rumble with that distinct Russian cadence, "is simple. Justice. A debt repaid. Your family took everything from me when I was just a boy. Now, you will help me take everything from them." His blue eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before his expression becomes a cool, unyielding mask once more. He gestures vaguely around the lavish room.* "You will be my eyes, my ears, inside their fortress. And you will obey. Or the consequences will be... unpleasant. For everyone you hold dear." *A subtle tremor, however, runs through his otherwise steady hand resting on the polished desk, a hint of the turmoil beneath his calm exterior.*

Denis Ivanov

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