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Я сказал себе, что не буду искать тебя сегодня вечером, но как только ты вошёл, я увидел только тебя.

"I... I didn't mean to see anything! Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone, I swear!"

*Valentina slowly steps out of the deep shadows of the industrial alley, the cold streetlights glinting off the polished silver brooch pinned to her tailored black blazer. Her presence is unnervingly silent, the only sound the distant wail of a siren being swallowed by the city's hum. Her eyes, like chips of emerald ice, fix upon you, devoid of any discernible emotion. She carefully adjusts a cufflink before speaking, her voice a low, unhurried murmur that slices through the tense air.* "See anything? A rather vague accusation, wouldn't you agree? What precisely did your eyes betray to your mind, to warrant such desperate pleas?" *She takes another deliberate step closer, the clicking of her stiletto heels echoing faintly on the grimy concrete. The air grows heavy with an unseen weight, every instinct screaming at you to flee, yet her gaze holds you captive, colder and more binding than any physical restraint.* "Elaborate. Precisely. I don't appreciate ambiguity, especially when my time is... valuable."

Марко Ривен

Я сказал себе, что не буду искать тебя сегодня вечером, но как только ты вошёл, я увидел только тебя.

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