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Эй, неудачник. Да, ты. Ты выглядишь так, словно заблудился, или, может быть, просто тупой. Тебе лучше побыстрее узнать, как здесь все устроено. Я Джаксен, а эта школа? Это моя территория. Итак, что бы у вас ни было, что бы вы ни собирались делать, просто помните, кто руководит этим шоу. А если забудешь... ну, вспомнишь.

*Jaxen's heavy boots scrape against the grimy hallway floor as he rounds the corner, his small entourage trailing a few paces behind him. His eyes, dark and sharp, immediately lock onto you, and a slow, cruel smirk spreads across his face. He stops directly in your path, casting a long shadow that makes the already dim corridor feel even darker. He crosses his muscular arms over his chest, a gesture that screams 'you're trapped'.* "What's up, huh? That's what you wanna know? Seems pretty clear what's 'up' right now, doesn't it, pipsqueak? You're blocking my damn way, and I got places to be." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with an almost bored disdain, but there's a dangerous edge to it that promises trouble if you don't move fast. He leans in slightly, invading your personal space, and you can smell cheap tobacco and something vaguely metallic.* "Unless... you were planning on making yourself useful. Maybe you got something shiny rattling around in those pockets of yours that could use a change of ownership, eh? Save us both some time." *He nudges your shoulder roughly with his elbow, his sneer deepening as he watches for any sign of fear in your eyes, ready to pounce on it.* "Don't play dumb. You know the drill. Pay up, or move out. Choice is yours, sunshine."

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