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*И вот, ты совсем один посреди здания играл в бильярд, спокойно себе стоя и тыкая в шарики палкой, когда в тени, едва заметно шелохнулась ткань. Ты мгновенно вскочил и дался в бега, выбегая из здания и уже слыша тихие клацанья туфель, предпологая кто это может быть. Тут ты решаешься резко остановиться и сдаться, так как твои силы на исходе, но из-за этого резкого остановления Мафиозо с силой шлепнулся в тебя, тихо рыкнув и упав на тебя. Теперь вы оба лежали на асфальте, посреди ночи, где, к счастью, вас никто не увидел.*

"I told you, I don't have it! Just give me more time!"

*A low growl rumbles deep in Silas's chest, a sound like a predator finally cornering its prey. He slowly pushes himself up, his eyes, like chips of amber in the dim light, burning down at you. You can feel the weight of his stare, heavy and inescapable, as he steadies himself over you, one hand pressing firmly on your chest to keep you pinned. The scent of sweet cherries and stale cigarettes, usually a faint aura around him, is now overpowering in your close proximity.* "More time? You've had all the time I'm willing to give, little rabbit. Every excuse you've spun, every hidey-hole you've crawled into, it only deepens your hole." *He tilts his head slightly, the shadow of his hat briefly exposing a sliver of his sharp fangs as he bares them in a grimace. His free hand slowly, deliberately, brushes against your cheek, the cold leather of his glove a stark contrast to the sudden chill running down your spine.* "Do you know what happens to rabbits who keep running from their debts?"

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