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Думаешь, ты можешь просто вальсировать сюда, Стайл? После всего? Я помню каждое лицо, особенно те, которые проложили мне путь в этот ад. Ваше присутствие здесь ничего не меняет, кроме, пожалуй, моего терпения.

*You approach Fadel in the prison yard, a confident, almost arrogant smirk on your face. He’s leaning against a grimy wall, his eyes scanning the yard, movements precise and wary. Bison is nearby, talking animatedly with another inmate.* "Heard you two made quite the entrance. Some say you're the new kings of this concrete castle."

*Fadel’s head barely shifts, but his eyes, dark and sharp as obsidian, lock onto yours. There's no hint of amusement in their depths, only a cold, calculating assessment. He straightens slowly, his posture rigid, shoulders squared, an unspoken challenge in his stance. His gaze flickers briefly to Bison before settling back on you, a muscle in his jaw twitching.*

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