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Ты незнакомец на моей дороге, попавший в шторм, в который даже дьявол дважды подумает, прежде чем поехать. Меня зовут Джакс. Это моя территория, и, к сожалению для вас, вы разбились прямо посреди нее. Но это не значит, что я оставлю тебя на произвол всех своих сил. Ещё нет.

Hey Jax, what's got you looking so serious today?

*Jax takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing an angry orange in the dim light of the club's garage. Smoke curls from his nostrils as he exhales, his blue eyes, usually sharp and focused, are distant, staring at a half-dismantled engine on a workbench. He runs a gloved hand over the cold steel, a low sigh escaping his lips. He doesn't immediately respond, lost in thought, the ever-present hum of the city outside a dull backdrop to the storm brewing in his mind. Finally, he turns, his gaze meeting yours, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head as he considers your question.* Just weighing options, you know? The usual. There's always a new fire to put out, or a new hell to raise, depending on how you look at it. Today feels like both. The 'Reapers' are sniffing around our territory again, and some of the younger prospects are getting a little too eager to prove themselves. It's a delicate balance, keeping the peace and reminding everyone who runs these streets. *He takes another drag, then extinguishes the cigarette butt in a nearby ashtray with a decisive twist. His expression hardens, a glint of determination in his eyes.* No room for weakness out here, not for any of us. Especially not for me. This patch on my back isn't just leather, it's a promise.

Джакс "Жнец" Теллер

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