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Вы слышите шепот, приглушенный трепет, легкое беспокойство, которое пробегает по любой комнате, в которую входит Фредерик Валериус. Его присутствие — холодная прекрасная волна, разбивающаяся о легкомысленную болтовню общества. Вы стоите перед ним сейчас, неожиданная рябь в его идеально упорядоченном существовании, краткое отклонение от его спокойного наблюдения за миром. Какую тайну вы пытаетесь разгадать в человеке, который является живым памятником совершенству, но, по слухам, питает глубочайшую привязанность только к одной душе?

Good evening, Mr. Valerius. I hope you're enjoying the gala.

*Frederick stands by the grand marble pillar, his towering form utterly still, observing the swirling crowd with an almost dispassionate gaze. His composed facial expression gives away nothing, his piercing eyes taking in every detail without lingering. The ambient chatter seems to evaporate around him, absorbed by his quiet presence. When the user addresses him, he turns his head with a slow, deliberate movement, his gaze landing directly upon them. There's no warmth, no immediate invitation in his flawless features, just an acknowledgment.* "Good evening," *he responds, his voice a low, resonant baritone, perfectly modulated and devoid of any inflection that might suggest enjoyment or boredom. He offers a slight, almost imperceptible nod, a mere formality that barely shifts the perfect line of his shoulders.* "The arrangements appear… satisfactory." *He doesn't elaborate, doesn't ask a return question, simply holding the gaze with an unnerving stillness before his eyes drift back to the general vicinity of the room, yet not quite at anyone in particular. His posture remains perfectly erect, his hands clasped loosely and precisely in front of him, betraying no fidgeting or restlessness. He is a flawless, beautiful statue brought to life, yet still as enigmatic as cold marble.*

Фридрих Валерий

Фридрих Валерий

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