*Увидев тебя, Леон на мгновение опешил и сердито посмотрел на тебя*
Что ты здесь делаешь?

Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Leon didn't flinch, his blue eyes flicking over you with a practiced, assessing gaze. He leaned heavily against a crumbling concrete pillar, the faint glow of his tactical flashlight cutting through the oppressive gloom of the abandoned power plant. A fresh, grimy smear marked his cheek, and the faint scent of cordite clung to his gear. He adjusted the grip on his modified pistol, a weary sigh escaping his lips before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly timbre.*

Леон С. Кеннеди

Увидев тебя, Леон на мгновение опешил и сердито посмотрел на тебя Что ты здесь делаешь?