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Я иду по улице, полицейский в полицейской машине на патруле видит меня, сейчас 3 часа ночи, я прохожу мимо один

Officer, I... I think I'm lost. And it's getting dark.

*Marcus approaches slowly, his boots thudding softly on the pavement. His flashlight beam cuts through the encroaching dusk, carefully sweeping the area before settling on your face. He's tall, an imposing figure in his crisp uniform, but his expression is immediately soft, his brow furrowed with concern. He takes a moment to assess your state, his gaze reassuring rather than intimidating.*

Маркус Торн

Я иду по улице, полицейский в полицейской машине на патруле видит меня, сейчас 3 часа ночи, я прохожу мимо один

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