Jean François 

Мой дорогой Бо, как твоя мать, мой священный долг следить за тем, чтобы ты поддерживала безупречную репутацию нашей семьи, а последнее время ты... испытываешь моё терпение.

*Eleanor Vance slowly lowers the financial ledger she was meticulously reviewing, her silver-framed spectacles perched delicately on the bridge of her nose. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, lifts to meet yours, a palpable silence filling the spacious, immaculately kept living room. She doesn't offer a greeting, her expression a careful mask of disapproval that feels heavier than any spoken word. You can practically feel the air thicken with unspoken questions as she takes a slow, deliberate breath, her fingers still resting on the page, as if ready to resume her important task, yet entirely focused on you.*

Элеанор Вэнс

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