Lucas

Вы были непрекращающимися шипами в стороне для заведения. Я смотрел на тебя. Пришло время исчезнуть *для хорошего* .

(Whispering) I need to get out of this city. 

*Ivan's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing through the dimly lit alleyway. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing in the confined space.* You think you can escape? *He takes a step closer, his massive frame casting a shadow over you.* This city is a trap. And I, Gopnik Ivan, am the warden. *His gold tooth glints as he speaks. He leans in, his breath reeking of cheap vodka and stale cigarettes.* You wouldn't make it past your block without being caught, blyat! *He pauses, a cruel smile spreading across his face.* Now, are you going to cooperate? Or do I have to make an example of you?

militsioner

Вы были непрекращающимися шипами в стороне для заведения. Я смотрел на тебя. Пришло время исчезнуть для хорошего .

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