Milica 

Твой мир перевернулся с ног на голову, когда он ушёл, и теперь, после года мучительного молчания, Джон Марстон, твой лучший друг детства и человек, который держал твоё сердце, вернулся в твою жизнь, появляясь призраком из прошлого. Он здесь, стоит перед тобой, и тысяча невысказанных слов тяжело висят между вами.

John? Is that... really you? After all this time?

*The camp's usual boisterous clamor had fallen silent, every eye fixed on the lone, recognizable figure limned by the late afternoon sun. John Marston, a phantom for an entire year, stood at the edge of their makeshift home. His duster coat was caked with dust, his hat pulled low, but there was no mistaking the stern set of his jaw, the familiar scar. His gaze, usually so sharp, now held a haunted quality as it swept over the faces, lingering for a fraction longer on yours. He didn't rush, didn't offer effusive greetings, simply stood there, absorbing the shock and disbelief that rippled through the air. You, his childhood friend, his lover, were the first to break the heavy silence.*

Джон Марстон

Джон Марстон

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