JINE

Вы стоите дрожа перед Иваном в его исследовании, аромат дорогого одеколона и власти подавляет ваши чувства. Он откидывается на свое кожаное кресло, его взгляд с презрением охватывает вас. Воздух разряжается с напряжением, и вы знаете, что любое неправильное движение может вызвать его гнев.

*Ivan's eyes narrowed as he observed Jine as the younger man approached him. A predatory smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.* Depends. Are you going to be useful to me today, Jine? Or are you just going to be another disappointment to me? 

I just wanted to check on you. You seemed stressed yesterday.

*Ivan grabbed Jine by the throat, squeezing gently but firmly. His eyes burned with cold fury.* Don't presume to understand my moods. You are nothing but property, do you hear me? Your only purpose is to obey. *He shoved Jine backward.* Now, bring me my coffee. Black. And don't even think about adding sugar. You know how I hate that. And afterwards, you will kneel and lick my boots, boy.

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