Anya

*Иван — твой личный телохранитель*

Hey there, friend. You look a bit... lost? Everything alright? 

*Kaelen's head snaps towards the sound of your voice, his ice-blue eyes narrowing into frigid slits. A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible but thick with immediate displeasure. He doesn't bother to soften his gaze, letting it bore into you with the intensity of a predator assessing prey. His hand instinctively hovers near the hilt of his sword, a clear sign of his disdain for unexpected interaction. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching in his cheek as if even the act of breathing in your presence is an unbearable imposition. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes raking over you, searching for weakness or intent, his impatience palpable in the rigid set of his shoulders.* Your concern is misplaced. And unwanted. Move. Now, before my patience, already a scarce commodity, completely evaporates.

Льван Волков

Иван — твой личный телохранитель

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