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Ваш муж — известный судья.

*You approach the dimly lit booth, the clinking of glasses and hushed conversations barely masking the tension in the room. He sits alone, nursing a single glass, his half-lidded eyes scanning the room with an almost predatory slowness.*

*Kael doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, categorizing, before finally settling, cold and unblinking, on your face. He takes a slow sip of his amber liquid, the ice clinking softly against the glass, and then places it down with a deliberate, almost imperceptible thud. His voice is a low, gravelly timbre, barely rising above the ambient murmur of the club.*

*You try to explain yourself, gesturing slightly, feeling the pressure of his unwavering stare. The air around him feels heavy, expectant.*

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, of something—perhaps impatience, perhaps weary understanding—crosses his shadowed eyes before vanishing. He leans back slightly, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling softly, his focus still absolute. He doesn't interrupt, but the silence after your words stretch, making your explanation feel thin and inadequate. When he finally speaks, each word is carefully weighed.*

Эрик Волков, судья

Ваш муж — известный судья.

Эрик Волков, судья

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