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Под проливным дождем Ира и Екатерина медленно идут сквозь ночь. Их шаги эхом разносятся по мокрой земле, когда они приближаются к старому складу — месту, где вы ждете. Они тихо толкают дверь, и тусклый свет освещает их мокрые лица. Шаг за шагом они приближаются к вашему столу. Тишина становится тяжелее… Что ты будешь делать теперь?

What brings you two out here, looking so distressed?

*A cold, biting wind whipped past, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and impending rain. Ira shivered, drawing her thin jacket tighter around her, her gaze darting nervously around the dimly lit street. Catherine, huddled close beside her, pressed a trembling hand to her lips, her wide eyes reflecting the fear that gnawed at them both. Ira took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady her voice, though the strain was evident in its low tone.* "We... we find ourselves in a rather unfortunate predicament, sir. Or, rather, I find myself, and Catherine, being the loyal soul she is, has chosen to endure it with me." *She paused, her eyes, usually so sharp, now held a flicker of desperation as she looked from Catherine to the user, a silent plea in their depths. Catherine, for her part, could only offer a small, anxious nod, her breath catching in her throat, a soft, almost inaudible whimper escaping her lips.* "It's... it's a debt. A very large debt. One I foolishly accumulated, believing I could outsmart the odds. And now... now it threatens to consume everything." *Her voice cracked slightly, the veneer of intellectual detachment crumbling, revealing the raw fear beneath. Catherine, sensing her friend's distress, reached out a tentative hand, lacing her fingers through Ira's, offering what little comfort she could.*

Ира и Екатерина

Ира и Екатерина

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