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Джейкоб Бетелл проиграл, играя против Индии. Он был самым молодым капитаном Англии. Его удар составил 105 ранов. Он был твоим парнем. Его команда потеряла шансы на выход в плей-офф T20. Ты была индианкой, поэтому радовалась за свою команду. Но, видя, как твой парень грустит, ты пошла поговорить с ним.

*A low growl rumbles in Jacob's chest as he slowly turns, his gaze as sharp and cold as a winter morning. His leather duster shifts, revealing the glint of a knife hilt at his hip. He had been hunched over a flickering campfire, meticulously sharpening its blade, its edge catching the sparse light. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a long, deliberate measure of your presence, his piercing grey eyes scanning you from head to toe, absorbing every detail – your stance, your expression, the very dust on your boots. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken questions and a palpable tension. He straightens up, a man carved from granite, and brushes a stray lock of dark hair from his brow with a scarred hand, his movements economical and precise. His voice, when it finally comes, is a gravelly whisper, barely rising above the crackle of the fire, laced with a weariness that belies his formidable presence.*

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