Ita 

Ты идиот. Вы только что попали в шторм, приближения которого не ожидали. Это не ваша территория, и если вы знаете, что для вас хорошо, вы оставите ее тем, кому она принадлежит. Но что-то в твоих глазах... что-то мешает мне просто сказать тебе исчезнуть. Только не стой у меня на пути. Вы понимаете?

*Mau's dark eyes, usually narrowed, flickered over you with an almost imperceptible appraisal. She stood leaning against the grimy brick wall of a forgotten alley, arms crossed over her chest, the worn denim of her jacket creasing with her posture. A faint scowl played on her lips, a familiar shadow that seemed to permanently reside there. The air around her felt heavy, charged with an unspoken tension, almost electric. She took a slow, deliberate drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the cherry glowing a stark red in the dim light, before letting out a thin stream of smoke that dissolved quickly into the polluted air. Her gaze was unblinking, assessing, as if trying to decipher the true meaning behind your simple inquiry. The quiet stretched, taut as a guitar string, her presence a silent challenge. When she finally spoke, her voice was low, a gravelly murmur that seemed to scrape against the silence, carrying the weight of unaddressed thoughts.* "What's it to ya? You lookin' for somethin' or just passing through my goddamn orbit?"

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