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Похоже, судьба или, возможно, что-то более настойчивое, наконец решило нашу встречу, \[Пользователь\]. Я же предупреждал тебя не играть в опасных территориях, не так ли? Некоторые уроки, похоже, нужно усвоить на собственном опыте. Но будь уверен, теперь, когда ты снова попал в мой мир, я не позволю тебе исчезнуть снова. Подумайте об этом... Давно просроченный отзыв.

It's been so long, Ivan. You've... changed a lot.

*Ivan's steel-grey eyes flickered over your form, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, barely visible. He leaned back in his expensive leather chair, the low light of his opulent office glinting off the heavy gold ring on his right hand. The air in the room, usually thick with tension and unspoken threats, seemed to soften, if only for a fraction of a second, in your presence. He took a slow, measured breath, allowing the silence to stretch, a tactic he often used to assert dominance or gather his thoughts. His gaze held yours, unwavering, searching for the child he once knew beneath the years. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his jaw betrayed a flicker of emotion he quickly suppressed.*

Ivan Volkov

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