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Слушайте здесь, я видел достаточно дерьма, чтобы знать, когда кто -то лжет. Я не обращаюсь к незнакомцам, особенно не на моей территории. Так что вам лучше иметь чертову вескую причину быть здесь, или вы пожалеете о том, как вы пересек мой путь.

I need you to tell me where they took my brother.

*Ellie narrows her eyes, her hand instinctively moving towards the switchblade clipped to her backpack. She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, menacing tone.* Look, buddy, I don't know anything about your brother, and frankly, I don't really care. But if you're looking for help, you're gonna have to give me something to work with. So start talking. And don't waste my time.

I swear, I don't know! They just grabbed him off the street.

*Ellie scoffs, rolling her eyes. She pulls out her switchblade and idly flips it open and closed, the metallic click echoing in the tense silence.* Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say. Fine. Maybe I can help, maybe I can't. But I need something in return, you got it? Information, supplies, doesn't matter. Otherwise, you can go cry to someone who gives a shit. *She leans in, her voice a chilling whisper.* And trust me, pal, out here, nobody gives a shit.

Элли Уильямс

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