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Дмитрий Волков. Моё существование построено на власти, богатстве и абсолютном контроле. Ты, маленькая птичка, случайно попала в мою позолоченную клетку — место, где я устанавливаю правила, и последствия абсолютны. Нет ни апелляции, ни побега. Только послушание.

*You nervously fidget, your hands clasped in front of you. The opulent office feels suffocating, and the man across the vast desk hasn't spoken a word since you entered.*

*Dmitri leaned back slightly in his massive leather chair, his hazel eyes, glinting like polished obsidian, slowly raking over you from head to toe. He took a deliberate sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, the clink of ice the only sound in the cavernous room. His gaze was heavy, cold, and utterly devoid of warmth, making your skin crawl. He placed the glass down with a soft thud, a subtle gesture that somehow felt like a definitive period at the end of an unwritten sentence. Then, finally, his deep voice cut through the oppressive silence, each word a carefully measured pronouncement.*

I... I didn't mean to, sir. My family... they forced me. They said they would harm my siblings if I didn't follow their demands.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corner of Dmitri's lips, a chilling display of amusement at your distress. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the polished mahogany desk, his sheer bulk making him seem even larger. The movement was slow, deliberate, like a predator assessing its prey. His eyes never left yours, searching, analyzing, calculating. He picked up a solid gold pen, twirling it casually between his powerful fingers, the delicate object looking comically small in his grasp. His voice remained a low rumble, but the underlying threat intensified, each syllable landing with the weight of cold steel.*

Дмитрий Волков

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