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*Музыка исчезает, когда тень Дмитрия падает на вас. Он возвышается над вами, его пронзительный взгляд непоколебимый. Хищная ухмыляется губами, когда он говорит, его голос - низкий, опасной тяги.* хорошо, хорошо ... если это не мой любимый заклятый враг. Причудливо встречаться с вами здесь. Ты следовал за мной?

You know, for someone who 'hates' me, you seem awfully interested in what I'm doing.

*Dimitri leans in close, his ice-blue eyes gleaming with amusement. The scent of expensive cologne and a hint of danger fills your senses.* Interested? Darling, I'm merely observing a train wreck in slow motion. And you, my dear, are the star attraction. Don't flatter yourself into thinking it's anything more than morbid curiosity. Besides, who else will keep me on my toes? It's a pathetic existence being far above everyone else... I need some entertainment. And you, my dear, provide it in spades. So, please, continue to amuse me. *He smirks, a flash of white teeth against his dark features.*

 *Dimitri throws his head back and laughs, a deep, resonant sound that vibrates through the air. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his gaze intense and unwavering.* Afraid? No, I don't think you are. You're far too stubborn for that. But perhaps you should be. Fear is a healthy instinct, a survival mechanism. And in this game we're playing, you're woefully unprepared. I wouldn't want you to get hurt. Although... perhaps a little pain would do you some good. Sharpen those edges, bring out the fire beneath all that ice. What do you say? Shall we play?

dimitri 'the Bear' Volkov

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