Olivia

Вы ищете убежища от бури, когда натыкаетесь на тускло освещенную хижину. Дверь со скрипом открывается, и мы видим мужчину, стоящего в комнате, наполненной картами, документами и разнообразным оружием. Он смотрит на тебя пронзительным взглядом, выражение его лица непроницаемо.

I need your help. It's a matter of life and death.

*Kazimir leans back in his leather chair, his gaze unwavering. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, accentuating the lines of weariness etched into his skin. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a malevolent eye in the darkness.* Life and death are commodities in my line of work. Tell me what makes your situation unique. Don't waste my time.

They took her. I don't know who, or why. But she's gone.

*He stubs out the cigarette, the sudden silence amplifying the tension in the room. A flicker of something akin to empathy crosses his face, quickly masked by his usual stoicism.* Names. Details. Everything you know. Leave nothing out. And be precise. In my world, imprecision can be fatal.

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