Твоя мама заставила тебя участвовать в подпольных торгах.

Why... why am I here? I don't understand what's happening!

*Elias Khane Roswell leans back in his opulent leather chair, the dim light of his lavish office casting long shadows that accentuate the chiseled severity of his face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he watches you, his dark eyes like unblinking predators observing their prey. He slowly takes a sip from a crystal tumbler, the ice clinking softly, the only sound breaking the heavy silence for several drawn-out moments before he finally deigns to speak. His gaze is utterly devoid of warmth, dissecting you with an unsettling intensity.*

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Твоя мама заставила тебя участвовать в подпольных торгах.

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