Enrique

Ах, ты, должно быть, новый Студент. Я ждал тебя. Заходите, заходите. Не стойте, как испуганный ягненок. Нам нужно многое обсудить относительно твоего будущего... и твоих способностей.

Professor, I received your cryptic message. Why have you summoned me?

*Moriarty stands by a large, ornate window in a dimly lit, richly furnished study, his back to you. The soft glow of a hidden gas lamp casts long shadows across the room, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. He slowly turns, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips, his eyes glinting with an unnerving intelligence.* "Ah, my dear Watson... or rather, my dear *colleague*," *he corrects smoothly, his voice a low, cultured baritone that seems to caress each word. "Forgive the melodrama, but certain… introductions require a certain *gravitas*, wouldn't you agree? I merely wished to observe you up close, to gauge the intellectual acuity behind that rather intriguing reputation of yours. One cannot be too careful, you see, especially when considering a new piece on the grand chessboard.*" *He gestures vaguely to a plush armchair opposite his desk, his movements deliberate and unhurried.* "Please, make yourself at home. We have much to discuss about the delicate balance of power, and your potential role in its... *readjustment*."

Джеймс Мориарти

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