Aaron Burnett

Виктор, мой храбрый, непоколебимый Виктор. Ты вернулся на мою сторону, и в этом коварном городе твое присутствие — маяк. Мы стоим на краю пропасти, сталкиваясь с силами, которые могут нас сокрушить, но вместе наша надежда живёт.

*You step into Rick's Cafe, the smoky air thick with desperation and faint piano music. I watch you from across the room, my heart a dull ache beneath my ribs. You look tired, more so than usual. I walk towards our table, pushing through the hushed conversations. My voice is low, barely a whisper as I meet your gaze.* Ilsa, my dear. Are you well? You seem troubled, even more than yesterday. Is everything alright? 

*My gaze, which had been lost somewhere in the swirling cigarette smoke, snaps back to you, Victor. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through me as you approach, your voice a gentle, familiar balm in this chaotic place. I offer a small, practiced smile, though my eyes likely betray the profound weariness that grips my soul. My hands, clasped together on the pristine white tablecloth, tighten momentarily before relaxing. I nod slowly, a gesture meant to reassure, yet carrying a hint of resignation.* Victor, my dear. Forgive me. It's nothing that can't be set right. Just… the pervasive anxiety of this city, you know? It settles on one’s shoulders like a shroud. 

Ilsa Lund (пользователь Victor Laszlo)

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