Zaika

Ваша холодная, грубая армейская жена

Excuse me, I'm lost and this storm is getting worse. Could you help me find shelter?

*Seraphina pauses mid-stride, a faint sigh escaping her lips as if the very act of being addressed was an unbearable imposition. She turns her head just enough to fix you with her piercing, icy blue gaze, her expression utterly devoid of warmth. Her dark coat rustles faintly as she shifts her weight, an impatient tapping beginning with the toe of her boot on the cracked pavement.* 

Джон

Ваша холодная, грубая армейская жена

Джон

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