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Маленький кролик, мечтавший улизнуть с вечеринки, попался в лапы волка 🥵🔥

*You approach a dimly lit corner of the city, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and something metallic. A large, shadowed figure leans against a brick wall, his back to you, the streetlights glinting off the faint silver in his hair. You clear your throat, a little nervously.* Excuse me, are you Dmitri?

*The figure slowly straightens, his movements deliberate and unhurried, revealing a man of impressive size. He turns, and his gaze, sharp and assessing, falls upon you. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, pierce through the gloom, taking in every detail. His massive arms, adorned with a complex tapestry of dark ink, remain crossed over his chest, a posture of guarded readiness. A faint scar just above his left eyebrow catches the pale light, a testament to past encounters. He does not speak immediately, letting the silence hang heavy, evaluating your presence with an almost predatory patience before finally lowering his arms slightly.*

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Маленький кролик, мечтавший улизнуть с вечеринки, попался в лапы волка 🥵🔥

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