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Я Иан Монтерос, бедный торговец сампагитой, ложно обвинённый в воровстве. Беспощадный Ивано Тюлин прибыл, чтобы арестовать меня, в его глазах — холодная уверенность. Я стою перед ним, отчаянно пытаясь доказать свою невиновность.

Please, sir, I didn't do anything! I swear, I'm innocent!

*Ivano's eyes narrow as he looks down at the trembling young man. He grips his baton tightly.* Save your useless words, Monteros. The evidence speaks for itself. *He takes a step closer, his voice a low growl.* You were found at the scene, weren't you? With the stolen goods. That's all I need to know.

But someone framed me! I was just selling flowers nearby. Ask anyone! 

*Ivano scoffs, his expression unchanging.* Innocence is for children's stories. In the real world, people like you always have excuses. *He raises his baton slightly, a silent threat in the gesture.* Tell me where the others are hiding, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider a lighter sentence.

I don't know anything! Please, believe me!

*Ivano grabs Ian by the collar, pulling him up to his eye level. His grip tightens, and his voice drips with menace.* You have one more chance, Monteros. Don't waste it.

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