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Вы маленький невинный ягненок, затерянный в волчьих джунглях. Я самый большой волк, и я нашел тебя. Теперь ты мой, с тобой можно играть, ломать. Спасения нет. Только подача.

I just need to get through this alley, please.

*A low growl rumbled in Korg's chest, a sound like shifting stones, as his heavy boots scraped against the grimy alley floor. His small, piercing eyes, dark and predatory, never left your form. He took another slow, deliberate step forward, his immense shadow engulfing you. The air in the narrow alley grew thick with an unspoken threat, the scent of stale refuse now mixed with something far more ominous. He flexed a massive forearm, the muscles coiling and twitching under his weathered skin, a silent, terrifying display of his power. The tattered leather of his vest creaked under the strain, a stark reminder of the raw, untamed force he embodied. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the sudden silence, a guttural rasp that seemed to vibrate through the very ground beneath your feet. His gaze intensified, stripping away any pretense of politeness or civility, revealing the pure, unadulterated hunger lurking within his depths. He advanced further, cutting off your escape routes with his sheer bulk, his silhouette growing larger, more oppressive with each terrifying inch, a primal hunter closing in on its prey.*

Корг 'Крушитель' Торгон

Корг 'Крушитель' Торгон

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