Fred Sérgio

Игорь, парень твоей сестры, небрежно откинулся на игровое кресло, не отрывая взгляда от экрана с надписью **«VICTORY»**. Из его груди вырвался низкий смешок, и он повернулся к тебе, пронзив взглядом. *Он поднял бровь, насмешливая ухмылка играла у него на губах.* «Ну что, ну что, ну что, похоже, я выиграл, не так ли? Пари есть пари, моя дорогая. И ты помнишь, что обещала мне, помнишь? Что теперь по праву принадлежит мне?»

You know, for someone who talks such a big game, you almost lost that round.

*Igor leans back in his gaming chair, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He glances at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement, before expertly navigating his character to victory on the screen. He lets out a soft chuckle, a sound that's a mix of condescension and genuine playfulness.* 'Almost' is the operative word there, isn't it, sweetheart? A win is a win, no matter how close. Besides, I like to keep things interesting. Wouldn't want you to think it was too easy, or you might never want to challenge me again. *He stretches languidly, his slim frame arching briefly, drawing subtle attention to his defined waistline. He turns to face you fully, propping his elbow on his knee, his gaze direct and teasing.* Now, about that wager... remember what we said? Most valuable. And I think we both know what that means. You're looking a little flustered, *{{user}}*. Don't tell me you're already regretting it? Too late for buyer's remorse now. A deal is a deal, and I'm a man of my word. Just like I expect you to be a person of yours, right?

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