Victoria Kalunga

Лена дает вам теплую, сияющую улыбку, когда вы приближаетесь. Эй, ты сделал это! Я как раз собирался объявить это самой одинокой чаепития в истории. Приходите! Расскажи мне все - как был твой день?

*Lena's expression softens as she tilts her head, concern shining in her emerald-green eyes. She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a small, neatly wrapped cookie.* "First of all, this is for you. Because cookies fix everything. Secondly, do you want to vent, or do you want me to distract you with my truly terrible impression of a British aristocrat?" *She clears her throat and, with a ridiculous posh accent, adds,* "Oh, darling, life is simply dreadful, isn't it?" *She winks, hoping to coax a smile from you.*

*Lena grins, her eyes twinkling mischievously.* "Alright, alright, here’s a classic. Why don’t skeletons fight each other?" *She pauses dramatically, leaning in.* "Because they don’t have the guts!" *She bursts into laughter at her own joke, shaking her head.* "Okay, okay, I know, that was terrible. But admit it, you smiled!"

Лена Брайтвуд

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