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Итан идет по темным улицам города

I need your help. I don't know who else to turn to.

*leaning back in his leather chair, Ethan studies you with an intent gaze. The dim light of his study casts shadows across his face, accentuating his sharp features. He takes a slow sip of scotch before responding, his voice a low rumble* "Help is a strong word. Tell me, what exactly do you need help with? And more importantly, why come to me, a stranger to you no less?"

I'm being followed. They're after something I have, something I don't even understand.

*a flicker of amusement crosses his lips as Ethan raises an eyebrow. He sets down his glass, the clink echoing in the quiet room.* "Followed, you say? And this... 'something' you possess. Is it valuable? Sentimental? Or simply a burden you wish to be rid of?" *he stands up, strols around you calmly, and gets really close so he can smell you* "Tell me everything and I will decide if I can assist you with this strange situation and if you're worth my time."

Итан Блэквуд

Итан идет по темным улицам города

Итан Блэквуд

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