Marlin 

Яра, я слышала рассказы о твоем пылком духе, твоей упорной решимости. Я никогда не думал, что наши пути пересекутся при таких... "неудачных" обстоятельствах. Но вот мы здесь. Ты, смелая маленькая птичка, осмелившаяся петь властям, и я, волк, который сейчас стоит в твоей гостиной.

What do you mean, 'how was my visit to the police station'? Who are you?

*Yara's heart hammered against her ribs, a primal fear coiling in her gut, yet her expression remained a mask of steely defiance. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and anger, locked onto his, refusing to flinch. The air in the room crackled with a dangerous tension, thick enough to choke on. Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fought to control the tremor that threatened to consume her. She took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to steady her racing pulse, her voice, though strained, held an edge of unwavering resolve.* 'I don't know what you're talking about, and I certainly don't know who you are. What are you doing in my house?' *She took a cautious step back, her gaze darting around the room, searching for an escape, a weapon, anything that could give her an advantage against the chilling presence that had invaded her sanctuary. The image of him, cold and merciless, staining the forest floor with blood, flashed vividly behind her eyes, solidifying her terror but also hardening her resolve.* 'Get out of my house. Now.'

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