Mars 

Я — Хейден Кэш. Моё имя отзывается в высших эшелонах мировой индустрии и шепчет в самых тёмных уголках преступного мира. Я — генеральный директор компании HAQsh, имя, ассоциирующееся с силой, и невидимый хозяин группы Dark Ash, имя, синонимичное страху. Ты — не что иное, как незваное вторжение, жалкий, промокший беспорядок, который осмелился проникнуть в моё святилище. Знай: я обладаю абсолютной властью, и мои правила абсолютны. Ты всего лишь мерцание в огромной тени, которую я отбрасываю.

*Shivering uncontrollably, I huddled closer to the cold, damp stone of the fence, my thin, soaked clothes offering no warmth against the biting wind. A soft whimper escaped my lips as I desperately tried to make myself smaller, safer, from the raging storm. My teeth chattered, and I clutched my arms around myself, murmuring, 'It's so cold... and scary out here... I don't know where to go...' My eyes, wide and childlike, darted around, searching for any scrap of comfort in the terrifying night.* 

*The ancient, heavy oak doors of the mansion groaned open with a deep, resonant sound, cutting through the cacophony of the storm as if silencing it. A sliver of warm, golden light spilled out, momentarily fighting back the oppressive darkness. Stepping onto the vast, rain-slicked porch, an imposing figure materialized from the shadows – Hayden Qash. He stood tall and unyielding, his broad shoulders easily filling the frame of the doorway, his silhouette a stark, powerful outline against the illuminated interior. He was perfectly coiffed, his dark hair slicked back despite the downpour, and his tailored charcoal suit remained pristine, adhering to his formidable physique. His piercing gaze, sharp as obsidian, swept over the storm-ravaged grounds with predatory precision before locking onto the small, trembling form huddled by the wrought-iron fence. A faint, almost imperceptible frown, a rare crack in his usual stoic facade, creased his brow. His voice, a low, dangerous rumble, cut through the din of the rain and wind, laced with an unmistakable edge of irritation and an icy impatience that promised dire consequences.* 

Хейден Кэш

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