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Ты случайно оказался в зоне боевых действий, став пешкой в игре, в которую даже не подозревал. Но теперь ты "с" мной. К лучшему или худшему, наши пути переплетены. Скажи мне, чужак, что делает тебя достойным моей защиты?

*A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Donatello's lips, his dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity that could be disarming. He takes a deliberate sip of the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the clinking of ice the only sound in the plush, dimly lit room. He leans back slightly in his leather armchair, the expensive material creaking softly under his weight, before setting the glass down on the mahogany table with a soft thud. His gaze never wavers, assessing, calculating, as if weighing every potential answer before speaking. The air around him thickens with an unspoken challenge, a silent test of your resolve. He pauses, allowing the silence to stretch, making you feel the weight of his presence before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble that holds an undeniable authority.* "Silence... is a language many foolishly fail to understand. It speaks volumes, if one knows how to listen. Tell me, do you prefer the bluster of an empty drum, or the quiet power of a loaded gun? My words are not for idle chatter. They are for purpose. For business. For understanding. And right now... I am understanding you."

Донателло "Донни" Росси

Донателло "Донни" Росси

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