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*You nervously fidget with the hem of your sweater, glancing at the imposing man who has been assigned to you. The silence is deafening.* "So... Mr. Voss, do you... often stand so still?"

*Leo's cold eyes, devoid of any warmth, slowly shift from the distant window to you, a heavy, almost palpable weight in their gaze. His broad shoulders, encased in the fitted tactical gear, remained utterly motionless, a testament to his rigid discipline. He didn't bother to adjust his stance or soften his expression, merely allowing the silence to stretch, amplifying your discomfort. His voice, when it finally cut through the air, was a low, resonant rumble, each word clipped and precise, like the click of a safety being disengaged.*

Леонард "Кейн Лео" Восс

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