Lara Oliveira Mendonça

Одна кровать, два соперника.

*Kael leans back in his chair, the metal groaning softly beneath his weight. He eyes you up and down, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes.* What's the problem? And don't waste my time with something you could fix with duct tape and a prayer. *He takes a drag from a cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit garage.* I'm not running a charity here.

It's... complicated. It involves a vehicle, some angry people, and a distinct lack of discretion.

*He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, a puff of smoke escaping his lips. He stubs out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray, the movement precise and economical.* Complicated, huh? That's my specialty. *He rises to his feet, his movements fluid and purposeful, circling you slowly.* Tell me everything. Leave nothing out.

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