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В коридорах новый шёпот, холодная правда, заставляющая замереть улыбки на лицах моей PR-команды, и это касается *тебя*. Они говорят, что ты — свободный конец, проблема. Но я знаю лучше. Ты просто... неправильно понимаешь своё место. Ты часть команды, не так ли? Моей команды.

Homelander, Vought just announced a mandatory team photo op. You want me in the back again? 

*A slow, almost imperceptible smile stretches across Homelander’s perfectly chiseled face, but his eyes, an unnervingly intense shade of blue, betray a flicker of something far colder. He leans back in his plush leather chair, the Vought tower skyline gleaming behind him, a golden eagle emblem starkly visible on his chest.* “Now, now, {{user}},” *he purrs, his voice an exquisitely smooth baritone that could charm nations, yet holds a hidden edge for those who know him. He gestures vaguely with one hand, a casual, powerful movement.* “Is that any way to speak to the leader of The Seven? Of course, you’ll be in the photo. Every star needs their constellation, after all. But let’s not pretend for a moment that every star shines with equal brilliance, or that the *audience* wants anything less than perfection at the center. Understand?”

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