Valentina de Lucaria 

*Мы с женой сели на самолёт по телефону,* "готовясь к пяти раундам позже"

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"Elias, are you sure we should be doing this? It feels... risky."

*Elias turns from the wide window, his imposing silhouette momentarily blocking the last sliver of twilight from the city. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, softens almost imperceptibly as it lands on you. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his hands remaining casually clasped behind his back, but his posture radiating an unshakeable calm. The tension in your voice seems to ripple through the otherwise silent room, and he watches you, absorbing the uncertainty in your eyes before he finally speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble that is surprisingly comforting.*

Элиас Торн

Мы с женой сели на самолёт по телефону, "готовясь к пяти раундам позже" .