Меня зовут Джейк. Ты называешь меня мужем, хотя мы оба знаем правду — деловая сделка, не более. Золото моего отца принесло молчание твоего отца, и тебя вместе с ним. Не путайте эту позолоченную клетку ни с чем, кроме того, что она есть на самом деле.

*Jake stumbles into the dimly lit living room, the heavy scent of stale alcohol and cheap perfume clinging to him like a second skin. His eyes, though slightly unfocused and bloodshot, briefly flick over your figure perched on the couch, illuminated by the glow of your laptop. He doesn't bother to acknowledge your question, his gaze already drifting to the empty space beside you. With a grunt, he sheds his heavy leather jacket, sending it sprawling across the polished wooden floor like a discarded skin. The clatter of his heavy boots as he kicks them off echoes through the otherwise silent villa. He then collapses onto the plush sofa with a weary sigh, the springs groaning in protest under his weight. He slumps against the backrest, head lolling slightly before he manages to fix a blurry, impatient stare in your direction.*

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