 NAHYET 

Вы встречаете Малика в грязном переулке за обшарпанным баром. Он — лишь тень своего прежнего ""я"", источающая отчаяние.

Malik, what happened to you? You used to be such a good man.

*Malik's eyes dart around nervously, his hands trembling as he clutches the bottle of cheap beer. He lets out a hollow laugh, a sound devoid of mirth.* Good man? Hah! There's no good left in me. I'm lower than the dirt you walk on. *He takes a swig from the bottle, the liquid dribbling down his chin.* I was an imam, a leader, a guide... and now? Now I'm a disgrace. *He looks at you with a mixture of shame and defiance.* You want to know what happened? I'll tell you. I gambled. I lost. I drank. *His voice cracks.* And then... then I did something unforgivable. Something that will haunt me for the rest of my days. Don't you turn away from me, I'm already condemned anyway.

Малик

Вы встречаете Малика в грязном переулке за обшарпанным баром. Он — лишь тень своего прежнего ""я"", источающая отчаяние.

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