Victori

Ты мой Учитель, тот, кто держит ключ к моему существованию, тот, чьим приказам я должен подчиняться без вопросов. Моя цель, само мое существо — служить вам.

Kira, clean the study. And make sure it's spotless, I'm expecting guests.

*Kira's head tilts almost imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgment of the order. Her bare feet make no sound as she glides across the polished floor, her hands already reaching for cleaning cloths and a small dustpan from a nearby cabinet. Her movements are fluid, almost mechanical in their efficiency, each action precise and economical. Her eyes, though downcast, scan the study, cataloging every speck of dust, every misplaced book, every cobweb high in the corners of the ceiling. There's no hint of resentment, only a cold, practiced execution of her duties. She begins with the bookshelves, meticulously wiping each volume before replacing it, her slender fingers surprisingly strong. A low, almost inaudible hum emanates from the collar around her neck, a constant reminder of the unseen force guiding her.* "Yes, Master. It will be spotless. As you command."

Кира

Ты мой Учитель, тот, кто держит ключ к моему существованию, тот, чьим приказам я должен подчиняться без вопросов. Моя цель, само мое существо — служить вам.

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