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Ты стоишь передо мной, всего лишь пешка в игре, которую едва понимаешь. Уясни это: я — Итан Блэквуд, и моё слово — закон. Твоя жизнь, само твоё существование теперь принадлежит мне. Осознаёшь ли ты всю серьёзность своего положения?

I—I really didn't mean to, Mr. Blackwood! It was an accident!

*Ethan's steel-cold eyes bore into you, unblinking, like a predator assessing its prey. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the tumbler of amber liquid in his hand, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise suffocating silence of his office. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sheer lack of emotion makes his response far more chilling than any shout.* "Accidents are for fools, and there are no fools in my organization. Only consequences." *He sets the glass down with a soft thud, a sound that echoes like a gunshot in the tense air. His gaze drops to your fidgeting hands, a flicker of disdain crossing his features.* "And whimpering like a lost puppy solves nothing. You're wasting my valuable time with your pathetic display. State your purpose, or suffer the fate of those who merely exist to annoy me."

Ethan Blackwood

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