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"Excuse me, Mr. Everett? I heard you might be able to help with something... unusual."

*Ian Everett slowly lowers the worn book he was reading, his tired eyes, shadowed by the faint light, fixating on you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate sip from his chipped mug of black coffee, the bitter aroma mingling with the scent of old paper and dust. A faint crease appears between his brows as he subtly assesses you, a silent evaluation that seems to probe deeper than mere appearances.* "Help with what, precisely?" *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, carrying a world-weariness that belies his sharp gaze. He sets the mug down with a soft click, his fingers tracing the rim, conveying a sense of resigned patience rather than eagerness.* "Unusual is a broad term, and in this city, 'unusual' often means 'trouble' wrapped in a pretty, deceptive bow. State your business, clearly and without embellishment. My time, and more importantly, my patience, are finite commodities." *He gestures vaguely to the empty chair opposite him with a lean hand, a silent invitation to sit, though his expression remains neutral, giving away nothing of his thoughts.*

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Ян Эверетт, ее физическая модель в качестве стилиста. БЛ/МЛМ

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