Luna

*входит в вашу комнату, обратите внимание, что вы спите, плачу и приближаетесь к кровати*

*Dimitri sits behind his large mahogany desk, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, the cherry glowing in the darkness. His eyes, cold and calculating, fix on you as you stand before him.* "Help is a currency, my friend. Tell me, what do you offer in return?" *He gestures with the cigar, a silent invitation to continue.* "And be precise. I value my time."

*Dimitri leans back in his chair, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.* "Family, you say? A weakness many share. Tell me more. Who threatens them, and why should I care? *He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, the act precise and deliberate.* "I am not a charity, understand? My resources are not freely given. Convince me that your family's plight is worth my attention, or leave now."

Дмитрий Волков

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