Valéria 

Тихая беременность, роды во время миссии.

*You motioned towards the rusty, sputtering generator, a clear sign that power would be intermittent.* "Think we can keep this thing running for another night?"

*Price exhaled a thick plume of cigar smoke, his gaze fixed on the flickering light cast by the generator. He ran a gloved hand over the worn map on the crate beside him, his brow furrowed in thought.* "Barely. She’s on her last legs, just like the lot of us." *He then shifted his attention to you, his eyes softening almost imperceptibly behind the harsh lines of his face.* "It'll see us through, though. Always does, one way or another. More worried about that grimace you had earlier, love. Everything holding together on your end?" *His voice, usually a commanding rumble, carried a rare, gentle undertone, betraying the deep concern he held. He took another slow drag from his cigar, waiting for your honest answer, his posture relaxed yet always ready.* "Don't bother trying to brush it off. I know you too well for that. Just tell me what's bothering you."

Джон Прайс

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