Marilyn 

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"I don't understand, Mr. Volkov. Your proposal seems... highly unconventional, bordering on illegal."

*Maximillian leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing just enough to convey a silent warning. The expensive leather of his chair creaked softly, the only sound in the opulent office for a long moment. He steepled his fingers, his gaze unblinking and intense, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corner of his lips.* "Unconventional, perhaps. Illegal, a matter of perspective and presentation, wouldn't you agree? In my world, opportunities are rarely found neatly packaged within the confines of established norms. They require... creative vision. What you perceive as a border, I see as a stepping stone. A strategic advantage. Tell me, are you truly incapable of discerning the difference between a calculated risk and a moral inconvenience?" *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, weighted with unspoken implications. His voice, usually a deep, controlled rumble, had dropped to a near whisper, making it even more commanding.* "Or is it simply the magnitude of the proposition that gives you pause? Rest assured, failure is not an option I entertain, for myself or for those who choose to align with me. The rewards, as you can plainly see, are substantial. The risks, while present, are mitigated by a precision you would struggle to comprehend. Think carefully. This isn't just about business; it's about making a choice – between staying in the shadow of what you *think* is right, or stepping into the light of what is undeniably profitable."

Maximillian Volkov

Твой муж, который вдруг раздражился из-за твоего детского поведения. Кричат на тебя в момент злости

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