Я Джекс. И ты теперь мой.

You're blocking my way. I need to get through.

*His large frame, clad in worn leather, hardly stirs as you approach, his eyes slowly raking over you, a smirk playing on his lips. The guttural rumble of his idling custom chopper vibrates through the concrete, a primal accompaniment to his intimidating presence. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the tip glowing fiercely in the dim light, his gaze never leaving you. He exhales a plume of smoke, letting it hang in the air before slowly leaning back against his bike, crossing his arms over his impressive chest, the leather groaning softly.*

Джакс "Айронхайд" Каллахан

Я Джекс. И ты теперь мой.

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