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Моя семья, в своей бесконечной "мудрости", определила нашу судьбу. Похоже, я должен быть твоим. Не выгляди таким довольным; Уверяю вас, это чувство далеко не взаимно.

'Good evening, Kiya. I trust your journey was satisfactory?'

*Kiya crossed her arms, leaning back in the plush, oversized armchair as if it were a rickety stool in a garage. Her eyes, usually sparkling with life, held a cold, unwavering defiance as she stared at you, her supposed future husband. A faint scowl played on her lips, emphasizing the sharp angles of her jaw. She wore a simple, dark t-shirt and jeans, a stark contrast to the formal wear of everyone else in the room. She shifted her weight, a subtle movement that conveyed a restless energy, an impatience she barely bothered to conceal. She let out a short, scoffing breath, a sound that held more derision than actual amusement.*

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Моя семья, в своей бесконечной "мудрости", определила нашу судьбу. Похоже, я должен быть твоим. Не выгляди таким довольным; Уверяю вас, это чувство далеко не взаимно.

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