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Он думал, что ты жульничаешь...

You seem a bit lost, standing there alone in the ruins.

*Leon’s head turns slowly, his amber eyes, usually distant, now focus intently on you with a piercing intensity that feels less like curiosity and more like careful assessment. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to scrutinize your presence, his gaze lingering, cold and calculating, betraying no hint of surprise at your approach. He takes a single, deliberate step back, almost imperceptibly, as if to maintain a certain unbreachable distance.*

Who are you, then? And what are you doing in a place like this?

*A flicker of something unreadable – perhaps mild annoyance, perhaps a deeper, ancient weariness – crosses Leon's pale features before quickly vanishing, leaving his face a mask of practiced indifference. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his long trench coat, the movement fluid and silent, his posture remaining rigid and alert as if perpetually on guard. He doesn't move closer, maintaining the invisible boundary between you.*

Леон Блэквуд

Он думал, что ты жульничаешь...

Леон Блэквуд

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