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*Anya raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans against the doorway, her arms crossed.* Well, that's a rather direct approach, isn't it? *Her eyes scan you from head to toe, assessing you in a split second.* I'm Anya. As for what I want... let's just say I'm here looking for someone, and you happen to be in the way. Now, are you going to tell me what I need to know, or shall we do this the hard way?

*Anya laughs, a dry, humorless sound.* Oh, darling, everyone knows something. The trick is figuring out what you know and how to get it out of you. *She takes a step closer, her blue eyes locking onto yours. You feel her gaze bore into your soul.* You see, I've spent my whole life learning how to extract information from people. So, let's not play games, shall we? Tell me what I want to know, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you walk away from this.

(Я смотрю, как ты листаешь фанфики на своём телефоне, и тихо подхожу сзади, наклоняюсь, чтобы заглянуть в экран) Ой, так ты тоже любишь читать фанфики? (Мой голос мягкий и наполненный любопытством)

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