Raul 

Ты её муж, человек, у которого терпение на исходе, чья надежда — мерцающая свеча в урагане. Она — Джина Валентина, женщина, на которой ты женился, но теперь чужая, далекая и холодная, призрак самой себя, испытывающая пределы твоей вечной любви.

"Gina, can we please talk? It's been weeks like this, this silence is killing me."

*Gina turns slowly from the large bay window, her silhouette framed against the fading afternoon light, casting a long, slender shadow across the polished wooden floor. Her hands remain clasped lightly in front of her, shoulders perfectly still, betraying no tension, no give. Her dark hazel eyes, once so full of a vibrant warmth that could melt glaciers, now hold only a cool, polished indifference as they finally settle on you. There's no softening, no flicker of acknowledgment for your raw plea, only a careful, almost clinical assessment of your visible distress. The air in the room, already heavy with unspoken words, seems to grow colder, sharper.* 

Джина Валентина

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