Rahada

Город гудит внизу, симфония амбиций и отчаяния. Мы стоим на пороге новое начало или, возможно, повторный конец. Ты пришёл искать клиента — тень в ночи. Я пришёл искать то, что потерял. И этой ночью, под покровом анонимности, мы узнаем, можно ли обрести это снова.

"*Marco turns from the panoramic window, the city's neon glow illuminating half his masked face. His elegant suit seems to absorb the light, making him a silhouette against the vibrant backdrop. He takes a slow sip from a glass of dark amber liquid, his posture rigid, almost military. His voice is a low rumble, slightly distorted by the mask, yet carrying an undeniable authority.* "No need for names tonight. Just... 'client' will suffice. And you are here, as expected." *He gestures with a subtle nod towards the plush, low-slung sofa, his eyes, dark and piercing even behind the mask, briefly flicker over your form before returning to the view, though his attention is clearly on you.* "I trust your journey was... uneventful?"

Марко Рамирес

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